DELLA FORD'S STATEMENT
"Burglars!"
"Did they take any of our valuables?"
"Oh, I wonder if they were in our rooms!"
"Mary, were all the things here when you went to bed?" questioned Mrs.
Wadsworth, of the servant girl, who was now in the wildest possible
state of excitement, wringing her hands and running from one room to
another.
"Yes, ma'am, when I went to bed everything was in its place. I'm sure of
it, ma'am."
The boys as well as the girls crowded into the kitchen, and then looked
into the pantry, in a corner of which was located the ice-box.
"How about this pantry window, Mary? Did you leave it open last night?"
asked Dave, pointing to the window in question.
"Sure, sir, I did not! I always lock up well before I go to bed,"
answered the girl.
"You didn't open the window this morning?"
"No, sir."
"Then that is where the thief must have come in," remarked Roger.
"I think we had better take a look around and see just how much is
missing," advised Phil. "The thief may have cleaned us out more than we
imagine."
Upon this, a systematic search was made through all the rooms of the
bungalow. In the midst of the work Ben came running over from the other
place.
"Say, what do you know about this!" he called out. "Somebody visited our
bungalow last night and took nearly all our victuals and our tableware
and our kitchen utensils!"
"The same thing happened here, Ben," answered Dave. "We are just sizing
up the situation, to find out how much is gone."
"The others are at that now over at our bungalow. I thought I'd run over
to tell you. I'll go back and tell them you are in the same fix. This is
fierce; isn't it?" And then Ben hurried away.
An examination of the premises showed that all the tableware of value
had disappeared, along with two rings which Laura had left on the
mantelpiece in the living-room. From the kitchen nearly everything used
in cooking was gone, and likewise almost everything from the pantry and
the ice-box.
"Oh, my two rings!" burst out Laura. "The diamond that dad gave me and
the beautiful ruby from Uncle Dunston!"
"It's too bad, Laura!" declared Jessie.
"That's what it is!" said Dave. "We'll have to get after that burglar,
whoever he is."
"This looks to me like the work of some of these people who are camping
out in the Adirondacks," announced Roger. "What would an ordinary
burglar do with a lot of kitchen utensils, not to mention canned goods
and stuff from an ice-box?"
"Maybe they took the stuff from the ice-box to eat," suggested Dave. "It
might be that they would rather camp out than run the risk of going to
Carpen Falls, or to some of the hotels, for their meals."
Having completed the search in the bungalows, the boys, followed by the
others, went outside. Here they discovered a great number of footprints
leading back and forth from the pantry window to the edge of the forest.
Among some jagged rocks, the trail was lost.
"Looks to me as if there must have been half a dozen fellows in this
raid," announced Roger. "What do you think of it, Dave?"
"Either that, or else the fellow who did the job made a dozen trips or
more. To me, the footprints look very much alike."
Presently the crowd went over to the Basswood bungalow, and there
learned that, among other things, some solid silver tableware which
Mrs. Basswood had brought along had vanished.
"I was foolish to bring such expensive silver," declared the lady of the
house. "But I thought we could use it if we happened to have visitors. I
never dreamed of being robbed up here."
At the Basswood bungalow an entrance to the kitchen and pantry had been
effected through the woodshed, the door of which had been broken open.
From this shed a trail led up to the jagged rocks previously mentioned.
"The same rascal or the same crowd that did one job did both," declared
Dave.
"I don't know what we are going to do for breakfast," declared Mrs.
Wadsworth, rather helplessly. "We have next to nothing to cook, and
nothing to cook it in."
"We are in the same fix," answered Mrs. Basswood. "It certainly is a
terrible state of affairs. I wish my husband was here to tell us what to
do."
"Oh, don't worry about something to eat!" cried Dave. "We can go down to
Carpen Falls and get whatever we want, and also get some extra kitchen
utensils, and don't forget the deer-meat. What worries me is the loss of
Laura's rings and Mrs. Basswood's silverware."
"We might go up into the woods and look around," suggested Ben,
"although it's mighty wet up there from the rain."
The matter was talked over for a while longer, and in the meantime the
ladies and the girls, aided by the hired help, made an inventory of what
was left in the way of eatables.
"We can give all of you some coffee and some fancy crackers," said Mrs.
Wadsworth.
"And we have found two cans of baked beans," added Mrs. Basswood.
"They'll go some distance toward filling up the boys," and she smiled
faintly.
"I'll tell you what we might do!" cried Roger. "Supposing four of us
fellows jump into the four-oared boat and row up to the Appleby camp? I
am sure they have plenty of provisions, and they'll lend us some until
we can get in a new lot from Carpen Falls. And maybe they'll lend us a
few cooking utensils, too."
"That's the thing to do!" returned Ben. "Come on, let's go up there at
once;" and so it was settled.
Dave and Luke accompanied Ben and Roger on the trip; and as the four
youths had often rowed together on the Leming River at Oak Hall, they
soon covered the distance to the camp of the moving-picture people. They
saw the crowd getting ready to depart for the enacting of the final
drama in that locality.
"Hello, you're out bright and early in your boat!" cried Mr. Appleby, as
he waved his hand to them. "Taking a little exercise, eh?"
"No, we came for assistance," called back Ben.
"Assistance!" repeated the manager. "What's the trouble?"
"We have been burglarized, and we have hardly anything left to eat!"
broke in Luke, and at this announcement all of those in the Appleby camp
came down to the dock to learn the particulars of what had occurred.
"In one way you have come at just the right time to get those things,"
said the manager of the moving-picture company to the boys. "We are
going to leave here to-morrow to go back to Boston, so we shall want but
little of the food that is on hand. And you'll be welcome to use our
tableware and kitchen utensils. They belong here in the cottage, so all
you'll have to do when you get through with them will be to bring them
back."
While rowing to the Appleby camp, Dave had been giving serious thought
to his own affairs. He remembered what he had heard concerning Ward
Porton and Della Ford, and resolved to question the young lady and the
other members of the moving-picture company about the young man who
claimed to be the real Dave Porter. Our hero's chance came when the
other boys were busy placing some provisions and cooking utensils in the
rowboat. He motioned Della Ford and her aunt to one side, and the three
walked out of hearing of the others present.
"If you don't mind, I would like to ask you something about Mr. Ward
Porton," said our hero, to the girl.
"O dear, I thought I was done with that young man!" cried Della, with a
toss of her head.
"He bothered my niece so much while he was a member of the company she
got quite sick of him," declared Mrs. Ford. "He was a very forward young
man."
"I'd like very much to find out about his past history: where he came
from, and all that," went on Dave. "It's something very important."
"I know more about Mr. Porton than he thinks I do," announced Della.
"That's one reason why I dropped him."
"But Della, you don't want to get into any trouble," interposed the
girl's aunt, quickly.
"If you'll tell me what you know about Ward Porton, I'll promise that it
won't get you into any trouble," answered Dave, quickly. "I want, if
possible, to find out where he came from, and who brought him up."
"Who brought him up?" queried Mrs. Ford. "Didn't he live with his
parents?"
"He says not. He claims to have come from a poorhouse in a town down in
Maine."
"Why, you don't tell me, Mr. Porter!" exclaimed the lady, in
astonishment. "He told me once that he had lived with his folks up to
the time he was about ten years old, and that then his parents had died
and he had gone to live with an uncle."
"Yes, and he did live with an uncle--or at least some man he called his
uncle," added Della.
"Are you certain of this?" asked our hero, eagerly.
"I am, Mr. Porter."
"And may I ask what the thing was that you knew about him that caused
you to drop him?" continued Dave.
"Wait a minute, Della, before you answer that question," interposed Mrs.
Ford, hastily. "I think we ought to know why Mr. Porter is after this
information."
"Since we have gone so far, I may as well tell you," returned Dave. And
in as few words as possible he related how it had come about that Ward
Porton was now claiming to be the real Dave Porter.
"Why, what a queer story!" declared Mrs. Ford. "It sounds like some
novel."
"I don't believe it's true, Mr. Porter!" cried Della Ford. "I believe he
is a faker! At first I thought he was quite nice, but I soon discovered
otherwise. He is addicted to gambling, and when he gets the fever he
gambles away the very clothing on his back."
"Then that is why you broke with him?"
"That was one reason. But as I said before, I know more about Mr. Porton
than he imagined. One day we had been out walking, and after he left me
I picked up a letter which must have dropped from his pocket when he
pulled out his cigarette case. As the letter had no envelope, I did not
know whose it was, and read it. It was evidently written by a very angry
man. The writer, who signed himself Obadiah Jones, said that he was sick
and tired of putting up for Ward; that Ward could no longer expect any
assistance from him; that he cast the young man off, and never wanted to
hear from him again."
"And you say that letter was signed by a man named Obadiah Jones?" asked
Dave, eagerly.
"Yes. Rather an old-fashioned name; isn't it?"
"Did the man give his address?"
"No, there was no address of any kind on the letter," answered Della
Ford.
"Was this Obadiah Jones the man he said was his uncle?" continued our
hero.
"I don't know about that," answered the girl.