CAUGHT BY THE STORM
"That settles it, boys!" said Fred, compressing his lips.
"Some more of Corny's smart work, I guess you mean?" ventured Bristles.
"Well, we happen to know he was in town again yesterday afternoon, and
putting things together, it looks bad for Corny," Fred explained.
"And I take it you mean to do what you said," Colon remarked; "that is,
you promised us if there was another robbery, and that man was seen
around, you'd tell everything to Chief Sutton and let him start a hunt to
find Corny? Have I got it straight, Fred?"
"You certainly have, Colon, and that ought to be attended to before we
start out on our run," Fred continued.
"Sure thing, because when a fellow has broken open a house and taken as
much as three hundred dollars in cash, he's likely to get busy right
away, and hide somewhere. That other time it was in a cave, and now
Corny may have another secret den. It'll be up to the Chief to locate
him."
"But I say, Fred, I hope now this won't interfere any with our plans
to-day?" expostulated Bristles, while both Sid and Colon immediately
looked anxious.
"Only to hold us back ten minutes or so," Fred told them.
"You won't bother going to town, and seeing the Chief personally, will
you, Fred, when we've got a 'phone handy right here?" demanded the
Carpenter boy, starting in the direction of the front gate close by. The
others followed.
"I could answer all the questions he'll want to ask, over the wire just
as well as if I were down at headquarters," Fred announced, at which an
expression of relief was seen to sweep over three eager faces.
Fortunately the head of the local force was at his desk, engaged in his
customary morning duties. Fred lost no time in getting down to facts,
and from what the other boys, listening close by, heard him say, his
astonishing communication must have created quite a lively panic at
headquarters.
For some time after telling what they had learned when passing through
that particular stretch of woods the week before, Fred was kept busy
answering questions. He explained just why they had seen fit not to
mention the matter before, and the reason that ban of secrecy was now
removed.
When finally Fred hung up the receiver, and turned around with a smile on
his face, as though perfectly satisfied with what he had done, not more
than ten minutes had elapsed since their entering the house.
"Thank goodness that business is over with," he remarked, "and now it's
up to the police to find the thief,---if they can."
"Huh! my opinion is that this same Corny is a heap too smart to be nabbed
by a country cop," asserted Colon, and Chief Sutton, who was a very
consequential little officer, would have felt terribly hurt could he have
heard the disdainful laugh that went around at these scornful words.
"But let's be making a start!" begged Colon, anxious to be up and doing,
for he had told the others he felt like a wild colt that morning, being
fairly crazy to get to running.
In five minutes they were far beyond the town limits, running two and two
along the road, and taking things fairly easily in the start.
A wise athlete never pushes a willing horse to begin with. After getting
well warmed up, it is safe to increase the pace, always holding in the
very best for the emergency that is apt to come in every race, some time
or other.
Several miles were soon put behind them. Fred and Colon led, with the
other two at their heels, and all running easily. Indeed, though it is
not considered the best thing to do when running, the two leaders
occasionally exchanged a few words, cutting their sentences down to as
brief a span as possible. As a rule they maintained silence, each having
his teeth set, and breathing through his nose as much as he possibly
could.
These lads had learned all the known rules affecting long distance
running, and they had also found more or less benefit from practicing
them. Time did not enter into their calculations on this occasion, to
any great extent at least. Of course they sprinted occasionally, and the
minutes were noted at such times in an effort to learn a little about the
probable period between certain points, where they figured on making
their gains.
Possibly of the four Bristles showed more signs of being pressed than any
of them. He had always been a short distance runner, like Felix Wagner
of Mechanicsburg, but this year both boys hoped to break into the long
distance class. Neither Bristles nor Sid happened to be built just right
for such a task. On the other hand, Colon was long and rangy, and
capable of tremendous speed, while Fred had the staying qualities so
necessary in Marathon runners.
As a rule it will be found that the best long distance runners are the
stocky, small men, like the wonderful Englishman, Shrubb, who astonished
everybody in our own country by his great record some years back. While
hardly reckoned small, Fred Fenton was in just that same class, for his
muscles were as hard as they could possibly be, and he always kept
himself in prime condition for work.
When, after a certain length of time, the four boys arrived at the birch
trees by which Fred had marked the place where they could turn into the
woods in attempting that short-cut, they had seen no other competitor on
the road. No doubt at some time during the day all of those who meant to
take part in the great run expected to cover the whole course, so as to
get familiar with its peculiarities, but Fred and his mates were just as
well pleased not to run across any of them thus early in the morning.
"Now, here's where we want to keep our eyes about us," remarked Fred, "so
as to know the trail by heart. All of us but Sid have already been
across to the other road, but on that account don't think you know it
all. Observe everything around, and make a mental map of the course.
It'll be a great help, I tell you."
"Point out the blazes you were speaking about, so I can watch for them,"
Sid asked them, as they stood there in a bunch, breathing hard, and
cooling off, for it had been a warm run, and the atmosphere felt
unusually heavy.
"There's one good thing," Fred went on to say, "we don't have to pay any
attention to the other side of the trail. What I mean by that is this:
lots of fellows can take notice of how a trail looks, and think they've
got it down pat in their minds, but let them start back over it, and the
landmarks will never be the same, so it's the easiest thing going to get
lost on the return trip, where the blazes you made fail to show. It
happens that we have to pass through here only one way."
"Great Caesar! wasn't that a growl of thunder?" cried Colon in dismay.
"Nothing more nor less than that," replied Fred, "and if thunder stands
for anything, we're going to get that rain after all."
"Shucks! why couldn't the measly old storm have held off till we reached
home?" Bristles wanted to know. "Here we are more'n ten miles away from
town, and dressed in the airiest duds going. If we get soaked, we'll be
shivering like fun."
"What's the answer, Fred? Tell us your opinion, and whether we'd better
turn back, or try to push on through this neck of woodland and marsh?"
When he put this question, Colon betrayed a trace of uneasiness, for the
prospect was not a very pleasant one, no matter how they looked at it.
"There's no use turning back," the leader explained, "because the nearest
house would be several miles away. I don't know just how it might be if
we kept along the road here. But there's that tollgate and shanty on the
other road; if we could only make that, we'd find shelter."
"Move we try," snapped Bristles, who was for action all the time, and
liked to settle questions as Alexander is said to have cut the Gordian
knot, decisive work, rather than sitting down to unravel problems.
There being not a single dissenting voice raised, the proposition was
declared carried, and with that the four runners plunged immediately into
the heavy undergrowth alongside the road.
Fred used his eyes and his memory to advantage. He knew that it would
not do to make any mistake, and be lost in that jungle. With a storm
coming on, the fierceness of which none of them could more than guess,
the one thing they must make sure of above all others was to stick to the
trail through thick and thin.
"Say, it's beginning to rain!" called out Bristles, from the far rear,
Sid being just in front of him, and Colon back of the leader's heels.
"What makes you say that?" asked Colon, who did not like to be told of so
disagreeable a fact.
"Felt a drop on my face," Bristles explained, "and you could too, if you
tried. There! that was another! It is starting in, boys, believe me!"
"He's right about that," Fred called back over his shoulder.
They could run only a small fraction of the time while threading the
winding trail through the woods, so that hurrying was utterly out of the
question. Thunder had been heard several additional times, and it seemed
to be coming closer, if its increasing rumble counted for anything.
The drops began to fall faster and faster, and it became evident that in
a few minutes they could expect a downpour.
"One good thing," said the cheerful Sid, "we won't be apt to ruin our
best Sunday go-to-meeting glad rags by getting them soaked."
"Good for you, Sid!" called out Fred, "always seeing the silver lining of
the cloud, no matter how dark it grows. Whew! that was close by," he
added, as a loud crash of thunder sounded.
The rain fell in sheets for a short time; then the thunder died away,
though there was no let-up to the fall of water.
"I think we're close to that poor farm," was the announcement Fred made,
as he noticed several landmarks that he remembered well.
"Bless you, Fred, for saying that!" cried Colon, "because I'm shivering
as if I'd drop to pieces. What do I see over there on the left right
now?"
"It's the old rookery of a barn!" Fred told him. "Come on, we'll crawl
in, for it's perfectly safe, now that the lightning has gone. By
bunching together under the hay, we'll warm each other, more or less,
while we wait for the rain to stop."
They saw no sign of anyone around, and as their necessity was very great,
the four thinly clad and shivering runners crept under the hay, where
they huddled together as Fred had advised.