REUBEN HINMAN PROVES HIS METTLE
Uttering a loud whoop, Dick pushed Dave lightly.
At the same instant both young football players gathered for the
spring, then started to speed away.
But they had had no chance to be quick enough, for some of the
tramps had moved closer.
Both fugitives were seized, and now the battle was on again---two
boys against overwhelming odds.
Right at the outset, however, a new note sounded.
"Go into it!" roared Tom Reade's voice. "Give 'em an old-fashioned
high school drubbing."
Three more figures hurled themselves into the fray. And now,
indeed, the battle raged. On the part of the high school boys
there was no longer any thought of retreat, though it was still
a matter of six men against five lads.
In the excitement of their friends' arrival, Dick and Dave were
able to wrench themselves free.
Though those on the defense were boys, they were boys of good
size, whose muscles had been hardened by regular training, as
well as by grilling work on the football field.
Reade, in his first onset, hit one of the tramps such a blow that
the fellow went to earth, where, though conscious, he preferred
to remain for a while. Then it was five against five. But Dan
soon got in a belt-line blow that put another tramp out of the
fight.
From the road the two scouts ran up. When they saw, however,
how the fight was going, they slunk off.
It was soon all but over. The boss tramp, however, armed with
a club, crept up behind Prescott, aiming a savage blow at his
head.
The blow would have landed, but for a new interruption.
With a cry that was more of a scream of alarm, old Reuben Hinman
threw himself forward into the fray. Both his lean arms were
wrapped around the tramp's legs.
Down came the tramp, just as Dick wheeled, falling heavily across
Reuben Hinman, knocking the breath from the peddler.
Tom and Dave seized the boss tramp, as he tried to get up, hurling
him back to the earth and sitting upon him.
"Let me up! Lemme go!" yelled the tramp.
"Keep cool," advised Tom. "You're likely to stay with us a while."
"Don't let him go," cried Prescott. "That wretch has all of Mr.
Hinman's money in his pockets."
"He'll give it up, then," guessed Reade.
"Come back here, you men!" roared the boss tramp, finding that
all his fellows had fled.
"Call 'em all you want," mocked Reade. "They won't come back.
They're too wise for that."
Dick, having given the order for the holding of the one tramp
who remained, now gave all his attention to Reuben Hinman.
"The poor old man must be rather badly hurt," Prescott declared.
"I can't get him to talk. Did you fellows bring a lantern with
you?"
The lantern was lit and brought forward.
"I don't know what the matter is with him," said Dick at last.
"But that's all the more reason why we must get him where he
can have attention. The village of Dunfield is four miles below
here. We must get him there at once. And we'll march the hobo
there, too, in the hope that the village has a lock-up."
"It hasn't," snarled the tramp.
"Oh, we wouldn't take your word on a vital point like that," jeered
Darry.
"The first thing you'll do will be to give back this poor old
man's money," Dick went on, eyeing the tramp.
"I haven't got it," came the prompt denial. "I turned it over
to Joe and Bill, and they've got away with it."
"You're not going to like us a bit, my man," smiled Prescott.
"We are not the kind of fellows to take your word for anything.
We're going to see whether or not you have the money. We're
going through your clothing for it. Poor old Mr. Hinman will
need it for the care that I am afraid he is going to require.
Search the fellow, Tom."
Greg now aided Dave in holding the vagabond. The tramp made such
a commotion during the search that Dick and Greg added their help
in holding him.
Out of a trousers' pocket Tom dragged the peddler's money sack.
It was still tied.
"Let me have it," said Dick, and took it over by the campfire,
where he untied the sack and peered into it.
"There's a roll of bills and at least ten, dollars in change in
the sack," Dick announced, "so I think that none of the money
has been taken."
"That's my money you've got," snarled the tramp.
"Tell that to the Senate!" Tom suggested.
Greg and Dan now aided Dick in lifting Mr. Hinman to the floor
of his wagon, where they laid him on a pile of rags. Mr. Hinman
was breathing, and his pulse could be distinctly felt.
"Dave, I guess you and I had better go along with the wagon,"
Dick suggested. "Now, see here, Tom, you and the other fellows
go back to camp and act just as if we were all there. Start in
the morning, as usual. You ought to be in Fenton by noon to-morrow.
If Dave and I don't join you before that time, then you'll find
us at Fenton."
"What are you going to do with the hobo?" Reade wanted to know.
"Roll him over on his face and tie his hands. Then we'll hitch
him to the back of Mr. Hinman's wagon, and I'll walk with him
and see that he goes along without making trouble, while Dave
drives."
At this moment Reade alone was occupied in sitting on the captive,
Dave having risen when it was suggested that he go with Dick to
Dunfield.
"Here---quick!" yelled Reade, as the boss tramp gave a sudden
heave.
But like a flash the hobo sprang up and darted off through the
darkness. Tom, Dave and Dan started in swift pursuit, but the
tramp soon doubled on his pursuers in the darkness and got away.
"Let him go," counseled Dick. "We've enough else to occupy our
attention."
So Greg ran out to pass the word to the pursuers to discontinue
the chase. Tom, when he returned, was very angry.
"You'd no business to leave the fellow like that, Darry," he growled,
"and I was a big fool not to be better on my guard. That fellow
will make trouble for us yet---see if he doesn't."
"There was no use in chasing him any further, if he eluded you
in the darkness," Dick remarked. "Dave, you get up on the wagon
beside Mr. Hinman. I'll drive his horse."
Only as far as the road did Tom Reade, Dan and Greg accompany
them, going ahead with the lantern to show the way.
"Now, you know the plan, Tom," Dick called quietly. "Fenton---at
noon to-morrow."
"Good luck to you two!" called Reade. "And keep your eyes open
for trouble."
"It will be someone else's trouble, if we meet any," laughed Darrin
gayly.
"I wonder how it was that Tom and the other fellows didn't run
into one of the scouts that the tramps had out," said Dick, after
they had driven a short distance.
"Tom told me that they did catch a glimpse of a scout prowling
by the road side, so they went around him," Darrin replied. "They
slipped past the fellow without his seeing them."
As Dick held the reins he also eyed the dark road closely as they
went along. He was not blind to the fact that the tramps might
reassemble and rush the wagon, for these vagabonds would want
both the peddler's money and what they would consider suitable
revenge on the high school boys, for their part in the night's
doings.
However, the village of Dunfield was reached without further adventure.
Dave woke up the head of a family living in one of the cottages,
and from him learned where to find the local physician. Then
Dick drove to the medical man's house.
Dr. Haynes came downstairs at the first ring of the door bell,
helping the boys to bring the still unconscious peddler inside.
There, under a strong light, with the peddler stretched on an
operating table, the physician looked Reuben Hinman over.
"I can't find evidence of any bones being broken," said the physician.
"It's my opinion that shock and exhaustion have done their work.
Reuben is a very hard-working old man."
"Then you know him?" Dick asked.
"Everyone in this part of the country knows Reuben," replied the
doctor. "He's one of our characters."
"He must have a hard life of it, and make rather a poor living,"
Prescott suggested.
"I guess he would make a good enough living, if-----" began the
physician, then checked himself.
"Are you going to bring the man to consciousness, doctor?" asked
Dave.
"Yes; after I get a few things ready. I don't believe we'll have
much trouble with him, though we'll have to get Reuben home and
make him rest for a few days."
"Where does he live?" Dick inquired.
"In Fenton. Reuben has a queer little old home of his own there."
"Has he a wife?" Dick asked.
"She died fifteen years ago."
"Are there any children to look after Mr. Hinman?" Darry asked.
"He has children, but---well, they don't live with him," replied
Dr. Haynes, as though not caring to discuss the subject.
Then the physician went to work over the peddler, who presently
opened his eyes.
"Drink some of this," ordered the physician. "Now, you begin
to feel better, don't you, Reuben?"
"Yes; and I've got to get up right away and see what I can do
about getting back my money," cried the peddler.
"Don't try to get up just yet," ordered Dr. Haynes.
"If your money is worrying you, Mr. Hinman, I have it," Dick broke
in, showing the sack.
A cry of joy escaped the peddler. He sank back, murmuring:
"You're good boys! I knew you were good boys!"
"You take the money, Doctor, if you please, and turn it over to
Mr. Hinman when he's able to count it," urged Prescott, handing
the sack to their host.
"Now, Mr. Hinman will want to sleep a little while, so we'll go
outside and chat, if you've nothing pressing to do," suggested
the physician.
Dick and Dave thought they might learn more about the odd peddler,
but Reuben Hinman's affairs was one subject that the physician
did not seem inclined to talk about.
"Now, if you young men want to take Reuben over to Fenton," said
Dr. Haynes, at last, "I'll telephone Dr. Warren from here, and
he'll be expecting you. It'll take you about two hours to get
over to Fenton at the gait that old Reuben's horse travels."
This time a mattress was placed on top of the pile of rags, and
the peddler was made as comfortable as possible for the trip.
"Remember, Reuben, you've got to stay in the house and take care
of yourself for three or four days," was Dr. Haynes' parting injunction.
"I can't spare the time from my business," groaned the old man.
"You'll have to, this time, Reuben, as the means of being ready
to do more business. So be good about it. You have two fine
lads taking care of you to-night."
"I know that, Doctor."
It was five o'clock in the morning when Dick and Dave drove into
the main street of Fenton. Yet they found an automobile in the
road, and Dr. Warren, a very young man, hailed them.
"Drive right along, boys. I'll show you the way to the house,"
called the Fenton physician.
It was a very small and very plain little house of five rooms
into which Reuben was carried, but it was a very neatly kept little
house.
Reuben Hinman was put to bed and made as comfortable as possible.
"Are there any relatives to take care of this man?" Dick asked.
"There are relatives," replied Dr. Warren, with an odd smile,
"but I guess we won't ask any of them to care for Reuben. There
are a couple of good women among the neighbors, and I'll call
them to come over here soon."
It was after six in the morning when Dr. Warren left the peddler,
with two motherly looking women to take care of him.
Dr. Warren, after some conversation with the boys, returned to
his home.
"As this is where we're going to meet Tom and the other fellows,"
said Dick, "I propose that we see if we can find a restaurant
and have something to eat. Then we'll try to hire a couple of
beds and leave a call for noon. I'm both hungry and fagged out."
They found the restaurant without difficulty, and also succeeded
in hiring two cots in an upstairs room over the restaurant.
"Reuben Hinman is becoming a good deal of a puzzle to me," murmured
Dave Darrin, as the chums ate their breakfast.
"He's almost a man of mystery," agreed Dick, "though not quite,
except to us. I imagine that these Fenton people know all about
our peddler friend."
"Both doctors seemed to know a lot about the old man," remarked
Dave thoughtfully. "Yet it was strange; neither of them would
really tell us anything definite about Mr. Hinman."
"If doctors told all they know about people." smiled Dick, "I
believe that life would become exciting for a while, but before
long there would be fewer doctors in the world than there are now."
At just twelve o'clock Dick and Dave were called. They sprang
up, somewhat drowsy, yet on the whole greatly refreshed. After
washing they dressed and went forth in search of their camp outfit
and friends.