CHAPTER XXVIII

JOSIAH CRABTREE ONCE MORE

When the boys arrived at the hotel that evening the girls had much to

tell them. Nellie had received a letter from Miss Harrow, in which the

teacher had frankly begged her pardon for having suspected the girl of

taking the diamond ring.

"It is a lovely letter," said Nellie. "I never thought that she could

humble herself in that fashion."

"I've got an idea; in fact, I've had it for some time," came from Tom.

"I had Royce in this afternoon to see me. He is very anxious to get

work. I've half a notion to ask you to write to Miss Harrow and see if

they won't take the fellow back at the seminary."

"I am willing to write such a letter, Tom," answered the girl. "And if

they won't take Royce back, perhaps I can get my father to give him

work at our farm; although I know he is more of a gardener than he is

a farmer."

But the most important news the two girls and Dick's wife had to tell

was that on a shopping tour after lunch they had walked into Josiah

Crabtree.

"We came face to face with him in front of a show window," explained

Dick's wife. "I was so startled for the minute that I did not know

what to say. Oh, Dick! he was on crutches, and he did look so pale and

thin I couldn't help but feel sorry for him!"

"He has evidently suffered a great deal," put in Grace. "In fact, he

said as much. He seemed to be utterly downcast. He didn't look like

the dictatorial teacher he used to be at all."

"What did he have to say?" questioned Sam.

"Oh, he was quite confused at first, but he did ask about Dora's

mother--if she was well--and then he said he understood that you

three were going into business together. He said he hoped you would be

successful."

"The idea of old Crabtree saying that!" burst out Tom. "It's enough to

make a fellow think the end of the world is coming."

"Did he say what he was doing, or what he proposes to do?" questioned

Dick.

"He said he had received a tentative offer of a position in a boys'

school in Maine," answered Nellie, "but he did not know whether he was

going to take it or not. My idea is that he is too poor to even go to

Maine. And he had on such an old, rusty, black suit!"

"Say! Did he say where he was stopping?" questioned Dick, eagerly,

struck by a sudden idea.

"No, he did not."

"Too bad! I'd like to see him as soon as possible."

"Why, what's up now, Dick?" questioned Sam.

"I want to ask him if he knows anything about Jesse Pelter--where the

fellow has gone to."

"It isn't likely. I don't think those two parted the best of friends."

"Most likely not. Still Crabtree may know where Pelter keeps himself."

"I'll tell you what you might do, Dick," suggested Tom. "You might

send Crabtree a couple of letters, one addressed to the General

Delivery here, and another simply addressed to New York City; then

you'll run two chances of striking him."

"I'll do that," answered the older brother; and sent off the

communications without delay. In each of them he asked Josiah Crabtree

to call at his offices as soon as possible.

"Do you think you can make him open up if he comes?" questioned Sam.

"I think so--that is if I make it worth his while. If Crabtree is

down on his luck he will most likely be willing to do anything for

money."

Two days went by, and the boys waited anxiously for some word from the

detective in regard to the whereabouts of the Pelters. But no word

came in, and they were as downcast as ever. In the meanwhile Dick,

aided by the others, stirred around as best he could in an endeavor to

take care of their finances.

"I've got the small things all taken care of," Dick said to Tom and

Sam, on the evening of the second day. "But what I am going to do

about that twenty thousand dollars we must pay the Sharon Valley Land

Company, and that other claim Mr. Powell spoke about, I don't know. It

looks to me as if we were going to get into a hole, unless I'm able to

get some of our friends to help us out."

The one bright spot on the horizon was the news received from home,

which was to the effect that their father's health was improving. He

had gone downstairs and walked around the garden, and also taken a

short ride in the automobile. Moreover, his mind seemed to be much

brighter than it had been for a long while past.

On the following morning, when the three youths were at the offices

discussing the situation, Bob Marsh came in.

"A man to see you," announced the office boy. "A man on crutches named

Crabtree."

"Show him in!" exclaimed Dick. And then he added hastily to his

brothers in a lower tone: "Now let me engineer this, please. I think I

know how to handle him."

"Go ahead, Dick," responded Tom; and Sam nodded.

Josiah Crabtree hobbled in on his crutches, with his hat in his hand.

Evidently he was weak and nervous. His thin face had lost much of its

former shrewdness and cunning, and he looked quite downcast.

"Good morning, young gentlemen," he said, in a somewhat cracked voice.

"You sent me a letter. I just got it at the post-office."

"Sit down, Mr. Crabtree," returned Dick, and offered the former

teacher of Putnam Hall a chair.

"Thank you." Josiah Crabtree sank down on the seat, resting his

crutches against his knee. "You have the same offices that Pelter,

Japson & Company had, I perceive," he continued, allowing his eyes to

rove around.

"Yes, Mr. Crabtree," answered Dick. "By the way, do you know where Mr.

Pelter is just now?"

"You said you wanted to see me about some particular business," said

the former teacher. "Perhaps we had better get at that first."

"Well, I might as well admit, Mr. Crabtree, that what I wanted to see

you about is this. I want to know if you can tell me where Mr. Jesse

Pelter is just now."

"Oh, is that all!" And Josiah Crabtree's face showed his

disappointment.

"That is all at present."

"Humph! Supposing I don't care to tell you where he is?"

"Now see here!" pursued Dick, earnestly. "If I understand matters

aright, Mr. Crabtree, Jesse Pelter is no longer a friend of yours.

When you went to the hospital he practically deserted you, isn't that

right?"

"If is!" exclaimed the former teacher, bitterly. "He left me in the

lurch, and not only that, he didn't give me the money that was

rightfully coming to me."

"Exactly so! Now then, why shouldn't you help us to locate him?"

"Well--er--well--er--supposing I did help you?" returned Josiah

Crabtree, hesitatingly.

"If you will do that, Mr. Crabtree, I'll make it well worth your

while," responded Dick, quickly. "I may as well admit to you that we

wish to get hold of Mr. Pelter as soon as possible. We want him to

clear up a certain transaction. If you can put me into communication

with him to-day, I'll give you fifty dollars."

At the mention of fifty dollars Josiah Crabtree's eyes lit up.

Evidently he had not seen that amount of money for some time.

"You'll give me fifty dollars?" he repeated.

"I will."

"There is no fooling about this, Rover?"

"Mr. Crabtree, did I ever deceive you?" And Dick looked the former

teacher squarely in the eyes.

"I don't think you did, Rover. So you want to find Jesse Pelter, and

you'll give me fifty dollars if I'll help you do it? All right, I'll

take you up. I don't think Pelter is aware that I know where he is,

but I do;" and Josiah Crabtree smiled grimly.

"Where is he?"

"He told Japson that he was going down East, most likely to Boston.

But he didn't do any such thing; he hung around New York for awhile

and then he went to Philadelphia, and he's down there now, I am

thinking, unless he took a boat for Europe."

"What? Was he going from Philadelphia to Europe?" broke in Tom.

"So I understood. Although why he didn't go from New York is a

mystery--the service is so much better."

"Have you any idea where he is stopping in Philadelphia?" questioned

Dick.

"He usually stopped with a distant relative of his--a man named

Crowley Pelter."

"Then that's all I want to know for the present, Mr. Crabtree,"

announced Dick. "If we can locate him I'll let you know and then the

fifty dollars will be yours."

"How soon are you going to look for the man?" asked the former

teacher, curiously.

"At once," was Dick's quick reply. "Leave me your address, and as soon

as we hear anything I'll let you know." And a few minutes later the

boys brought the interview to an end.

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