AN ICE-BOAT RACE
"What do you think of that?" cried Roger, when the news was circulated
among the boys.
"I think the deed was done by the same fellows who robbed Mrs.
Fairchild and Mr. Lapham," said Ben. "The authorities are dead slow
that they don't catch the rascals. They must certainly be hanging out
somewhere in this district."
"Boys, I've got an idea!" cried Dave. "Mrs. Fairchild said the man she
saw was rather tall. Don't you remember the tall man we saw last night?"
"To be sure, and the short fellow with him," exclaimed Roger. "They may
be the very rascals!"
"Let us tell the doctor of this," said Shadow, and forthwith they went
to Dr. Clay, who listened to their story with interest.
"I will notify the authorities," he said. "How did the men look in the
face?"
"I didn't see their faces," answered Roger.
"One had a beard, I think," ventured Shadow.
"Both had reddish beards," answered Dave, "and they had reddish
mustaches, too."
This was as much as the boys could tell. Later it was learned that
the tall and the short man had been seen before and it was pretty
clearly established that they had had something to do with all of the
robberies throughout that district. But the men were missing, and what
had become of them nobody could tell. The local papers came out with a
full account of the robbery and not only mentioned the money that had
been taken but also the names on the checks, and the lists of stolen
railroad tickets. These accounts Dave and his chums read with interest.
"Say, I saw a funny thing just now," said Ben, coming to Dave and Sam
Day a little later, while both were doing some sums in algebra. "I was
in the library and so were a lot of fellows, including Plum and Poole.
Plum has been on the sick list to-day and wasn't downstairs when the
news came in about that Rockville affair. He took up one of the papers
and began to read about the robbery, and all at once he staggered back.
I thought he was fainting. He grabbed the paper with all his might and
his eyes almost started out of his head. He would have gone over, only
Poole caught him and led him to a chair. Then he said his head hurt him
and he went to his dormitory."
"That was certainly queer," said Dave, thoughtfully.
"He acted just as if that news was some kind of a blow to him," went on
Ben.
"I don't see how it could affect him," said Sam Day. "I guess it was
just his sickness."
Sam did not know that Gus Plum had been seen in Rockville the night
the robbery occurred, and Dave did not feel called upon to enlighten
him. But Ben knew, and he and Dave walked away to talk the matter over,
being joined a moment later by Roger and Shadow.
"Plum was certainly in Rockville," said Shadow, "but I don't see how
that connects him with the robbery." He was voicing a thought that had
come to the minds of all.
"I don't believe he was connected with it," said Dave. "It's an
awful thing to think a fellow is a thief." He looked at Shadow, who
understood him thoroughly, as my old readers will understand. "But--he
was there with Jasniff," he added, slowly.
"Do you think Jasniff had anything to do with it, Dave?"
"I should hate to think any boy was a thief."
"I don't believe a fellow like Jasniff could open that safe," came from
Roger. "Those robbers must have had regular burglars' tools."
"But what made Plum so afraid, or dumbstruck, or whatever you may call
it?" asked Ben. "It was no small thing, I can tell you that."
"Perhaps he got scared, thinking he was at Rockville with Jasniff at
the time of the robbery," answered Dave. "He knows Jasniff is a kind of
outcast just now. Perhaps he himself suspects Jasniff."
The students speculated over the affair for some time. At first Dave
thought it might be best to let Dr. Clay know, but finally concluded to
keep quiet and see what the next few days would bring forth.
The bully of the school was certainly ill at ease that day and also the
next. He missed nearly all his lessons and was sharply reprimanded by
Job Haskers.
"I've got a headache," he said. "It has ached for several days. I wish
you would excuse me." And this getting to the ears of the doctor, he
was told to take some headache tablets and retire.
Some of the students who were of a mechanical mind had built themselves
ice-boats and these were now being used on the river whenever the
opportunity afforded. Messmer and Henshaw had a boat, and one afternoon
after school they asked Roger and Dave to go for a sail down the river.
Ice-boating was something of a novelty to Dave, and he accepted the
invitation gladly and so did the senator's son.
The ice-boat built by Messmer and Henshaw was about twenty feet long,
with a single sail, and was named the _Snowbird_. It was by no means
a handsome craft, not being painted, but under favorable conditions
developed good speed, and that was all the builders wanted.
"We didn't build her for beauty, we built her for service," Henshaw
explained.
"Well, as long as she'll go that's all we want," answered Roger. "I
shouldn't give a cent for a boat that was good-looking and couldn't get
over the ground."
"Did you ever see a boat get over the ground, Roger?" asked Dave,
quizzically.
"Well--er--not exactly, but you know what I mean, Dave."
"So I do, and I agree with you."
The start of the trip was made in fine shape, and for a little while
they sailed along in company with two other ice-boats belonging to
other students. But then the others turned back, and the _Snowbird_
continued on the course alone.
"This is certainly grand!" cried Dave, enthusiastically. He was sitting
at the bow, holding fast with one hand and holding on his cap with the
other. "My! but we are rushing along."
"It's just the right kind of a breeze," said Henshaw.
"Beats skating, doesn't it?" came from Roger. "We must be making about
a mile a minute!"
"We won't dare to go too far," said Messmer. "Remember, we've got to
get back, and that will take longer."
"Maybe the wind will change."
"No such luck, I am afraid."
On they went, the runners of the _Snowbird_ making a sharp skir-r-r on
the smooth ice. They were passing an island and as they reached the end
they came in sight of another ice-boat, carrying a number of boys in
military uniform.
"Hello! there is an ice-boat from Rockville Military Academy!"
exclaimed Dave. "That's a pretty good-looking craft." This was a
deserved compliment, for the ice-boat was gayly painted and decorated
with a small flag.
"Hello!" yelled one of the Rockville students, as the other craft came
closer. "Where did you borrow that old tub?"
"From the fellow who swapped it for that barn-door you're riding on,"
retorted Dave, quickly.
"I'll give you ten cents for it," went on another Rockville cadet.
"Thanks, but we don't want to rob you," answered Roger, merrily.
"Maybe you think you can beat us," said Henshaw, who had been eying the
other ice-boat critically.
"We don't think so--we know it," was the quick rejoinder.
"Come ahead then, and prove it," exclaimed Messmer.
In a moment more the race was on. There was a straight course of two
miles ahead and over this the rival ice-boats flew, at first side by
side. Then an extra puff of wind took the Rockville craft ahead.
"What did I tell you!" cried one of the cadets. "You're too slow for
us. Good-by!"
"You're not leaving us yet," answered Henshaw, who was steering, and
he threw the _Snowbird_ over a bit from the shore. The wind was coming
over the top of a hill and now both craft got the full benefit of it.
On they rushed, with Rockville slightly ahead. Then, slowly but surely,
the Oak Hall boat began to crawl up.
"We are gaining!" cried Dave.
"Oh, if I only had a bellows, to help make wind!" sighed the senator's
son.
They had still half a mile to go when of a sudden the _Snowbird_ shot
ahead. Those on the Rockville craft were amazed and their faces fell.
"Here is where we beat you!" cried Henshaw. "Good-by! We'll tell 'em
you are coming."
"Oh, go to grass!" growled one of the Rockville cadets, and then the
_Snowbird_ continued to forge ahead, leaving the rival ice-boat far
behind.
"They feel sick," said Dave. "I must say I didn't think this ice-boat
could do it. You've certainly got something worth having."
"Even if we are not all painted up and haven't a flag," added Messmer.
They continued on the course for quarter of a mile further. Then they
came to a number of islands, and rounding one of these started to tack
back. Meanwhile the rival ice-boat passed on down the river.
"Not so much fun in this," observed Roger. "I like to rush right before
the wind."
"That's like the small boy who wanted to go down hill on his sled all
the time and never wanted to walk back," answered Henshaw. "But going
back will not be so much of a hardship as you think."
"Oh, I'll like it well enough," answered the senator's son, quickly.
They were soon opposite one of the islands not over a mile from Oak
Hall. It was a lonely and rocky spot and one seldom visited by any of
the students.
"Somebody is out skating here," said Dave, and he pointed out two
persons who were close to the island.
A moment later the ice-boat was thrown over on the other reach and came
close to the island. Then Roger uttered an exclamation:
"The tall man and the short man!"
"Can they be the robbers?" queried Dave, quickly.
He watched the pair, and saw them disappear behind some bare bushes
which fringed the shore of the island.
"Roger, I think we ought to try to find out something about those
fellows."
"I think so myself."
"If those are the rascals who robbed the Rockville railroad station, we
ought to try to capture them," said Henshaw.
"How can we do that?" asked Messmer. "We are not armed."
"Let us follow them up anyway," said Dave.
This was agreed to by all on board the _Snowbird_, and in a few minutes
the craft was run close to the shore and the sail was lowered.
"I am going to arm myself," said Roger, and suited the action to the
word by picking up a heavy stick that lay handy. Seeing this, the
others also procured sticks, and thus armed, all made their way to the
spot where the two men had last been seen.
"Here are their tracks in the snow," said Dave, pointing to the drift
which the wind had swept up from the river. "It will be easy enough to
follow their tracks."
"We had better go slow and make no noise," cautioned Roger. "If they
hear us they'll be on guard and may run away."
Slowly and silently after that the students followed the trail, through
the snow and over the wind-swept rocks. They passed under some tall
trees, crossed a frozen-over gully, and then came to where a pile of
rocks appeared to bar their further progress.
"They passed along this way!" whispered Dave, pointing to the
footmarks, close to the base of the rocks. "Go slow now, or----"
"Hush!" interrupted Roger. "I hear voices."
"I see a cabin, just beyond the turn of these rocks," said Henshaw.
"The two men must be there."