THE DUDE IS SWINDLED
Carelessly, so as not to attract the attention of the four men, Roy
strolled to the depot platform, taking care to get on the side opposite
that on which was the elaborately-dressed youth. The sharpers did not
see Roy, who kept in the shadow, and the attention of the other
passengers from the train was taken up with what the engineer and
firemen were doing, to get the locomotive ready for the repair crew.
"How do you do?" asked Mr. Baker, of the "tenderfoot," as he approached
with his three cronies. "Haven't I met you somewhere before?"
"Well, really, I couldn't say; don't you know," replied the
well-dressed youth, with an affected drawl.
"I am sure I have," went on Mr. Baker. "So are my three friends. As
soon as we saw you standing here, my friend, Mr. Sutton, said to me,
'Where have I seen that distinguished looking gentleman before?'
Didn't you, Sutton?"
"Indeed I did, Mr. Baker. And Mr. Hynard said the same thing."
"Sure I did," replied Mr. Hynard. "I know I've met you before
Mr.--er--Ah, I didn't quite catch the name."
"My name is De Royster--Mortimer De Royster, of New York," replied the
dude, seemingly much flattered at the attention he had attracted. "I'm
sure I can't recall where I met you gentlemen before, but, don't you
know, your faces are very familiar to me."
"Of course," went on Mr. Baker. "I remember you very well now. You
are a son of Van Dyke De Royster, the great New York banker; are you
not?"
"No," replied Mr. De Royster, "he is only a distant relative of mine,
but I belong to the same family. It is very distinguished."
"Indeed it is," said Mr. Baker. "I have often read in history of the
great doings of the De Roysters. Gentlemen, shake hands with Mr. De
Royster. I know his relative, the great banker, Van Dyke De Royster,
very well."
Now this was true, to a certain extent, but all the acquaintance Mr.
Baker had with the well known banker, was when the latter had him
arrested for trying to cash a forged check. But Mr. Baker did not
mention this.
"I am very glad to meet you," said Mortimer De Royster, as he shook
hands with the four swindlers, thinking them delightful gentlemen
indeed.
"Are you going far?" asked Hynard.
"To New York. You see I am--er--that is--er--I have been doing a
little business--I am selling jewelry for a relative of mine in New
York. It is not exactly work, for I am traveling for my health, and I
do a little trade on the side."
"Guess he's ashamed to let it be known that he works for a living,"
thought Roy, but later he found he had misjudged De Royster.
"Ah, in the jewelry line, eh?" asked Mr. Baker. "I used to be in that
myself."
He did not mention that the way he was "in it" was to try to swindle a
diamond merchant out of some precious stones, in which he was partly
successful.
"Did you do any business in this section?" asked Tupper.
"Not much. I stopped off to see some friends, and I did not try to
sell them anything. I don't do business with my friends--I don't think
it dignified, don't you know," and Mortimer De Royster swung his cane
with a jaunty air, and tried to twirl the ends of a very short mustache.
"That's right; I can see you're the right stuff," remarked Mr. Baker,
with a wink at his companions. "Did you come down here to take the
train?"
"Yes, I am on my way to New York."
"How do you find trade?" asked Mr. Baker.
"Well, really, it is not very good, but that does not annoy me, as I am
only doing this as a side line. I don't worry, don't you know."
"I see. You're a sport!" exclaimed Tupper, with easy familiarity. "I
sized you up for a sport as soon as I saw you. I must have met you in
New York."
"Yes, I make my headquarters there," said the salesman. "I seem to
remember you. Sporting life is very attractive to me, I assure you,
really it is."
"That's the way to talk!" put in Hynard. "Be a sport!"
"They're flattering him for some purpose," thought Roy. "I wonder what
their object is."
He was hidden around the corner of the depot, where he could hear
without being seen.
"That's a very fine watch chain you have on," said Mr. Baker. "It is
much better than mine."
"And I guess he has a better watch than yours, too, Baker," spoke up
Sutton, with a wink, which Mr. De Royster did not see.
"No, he hasn't. My watch cost five hundred dollars."
"I have a very fine timepiece, I don't mind admitting," spoke the
well-dressed youth. "It was given to me by my father, who is quite
wealthy."
"I'd like to see it," said Mr. Baker.
By this time an engine, with some parts to repair the broken
locomotive, had arrived from a near-by freight yard. The train crew
had made the adjustments, and the express was almost ready to proceed.
Nearly all the passengers, who had alighted, had again boarded their
cars.
"I shall be pleased to show you my watch," said Mr. De Royster, drawing
out a heavy gold affair. "I think you will readily agree with me, that
it is a valuable one."
He passed it to Mr. Baker, and, from where he stood Roy could see the
swindler slip it into his pocket and substitute for it one somewhat
like it, but, probably made of brass instead of gold. Mr. Baker turned
his back, pretending to be trying to get a good light, while he
compared his watch with that of Mr. De Royster.
"That's a fine diamond pin in your tie," said Tupper, indicating the
stone in the salesman's tie.
"Yes. Would you like to look at it? It is of very pure color."
He drew out the gem, and, unsuspectingly passed it to Tupper.
At that instant the locomotive engineer blew two warning whistles, so
that the lagging passengers might get on the train, which was about to
start.
"Hurry up! All aboard!" exclaimed Hynard, and, as Roy watched, he saw
Tupper thrust Mr. De Royster's diamond into his own pocket.
"They're robbing him!" thought the boy from the ranch. "I must warn
him!"
He started forward. Mortimer De Royster grabbed up his suit-case and
started for the train. Then he became aware that Mr. Baker had not
handed him back his watch, while the other man had his pin.
"My timepiece!" he exclaimed. "I'll show it to you when we get in the
train. I assure you it's a very fine one. And my pin--I would not
like to lose it! Give them back!"
Hardly had he spoken when Hynard thrust his hand down into the inside
pocket of Mr. De Royster's coat. His object was to grab his
pocketbook, the bulging outline of which he had seen.
"Look out!" cried Roy in a loud voice, springing from his hiding place.
"Look out! They're swindlers! They've got your watch and pin, and
they're trying to get your money!"
[Illustration: "Look out," cried Roy, "they are swindlers!"]
"There's that boy!" exclaimed Hynard, as he drew out his hand.
But Mr. De Royster had felt the sneaking fingers, and had made a grab
for them. He was too late, however, and, in attempting to catch Hynard
he stumbled and fell.
"Come on!" cried Baker to his companions. "Let him go! We've got the
stuff."
"Grab them!" cried Roy to De Royster. "I'll help you."
He rushed forward. No sooner did the swindlers see him coming, than
they changed their plans. They had intended jumping on the train,
which was already in motion, and leaving Mr. De Royster behind, after
they had his watch and diamond.
But Roy's quickness prevented this. Baker signalled to his companions,
and they ran off down the track.
"Come on!" cried Roy. "We'll catch them!"
"No! I must go to New York," replied the salesman as he arose, and
brushed off his clothes. "The train is going."
"But they've got your valuables!"
"I know it. I was a fool, but it's too late now. Help me aboard."
The train was gathering headway. Roy ceased his pursuit of the robbers
and helped De Royster aboard, the young man carrying his dress-suit
case. Then Roy followed, while the four swindlers kept on down the
railroad tracks.