Fritz to the Front, or, the Ventriloquist Scamp-HunterWheeler, Edward L. (Edward Lytton)
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Fritz to the Front, or, the Ventriloquist Scamp-Hunter
Wheeler, Edward L. (Edward Lytton)
Detective and mystery stories; Ventriloquists -- Fiction
And thus Fritz entered into a five-thousand-dollar chase, which was
destined to lead him into more adventures than he had yet
experienced.
CHAPTER III.
THE BLUFF HOUSE.
In due time they arrived at the cave, where the ceremony of the
previous night had taken place, but a thorough search of the cavernous
wash-out failed to yield any tidings of the romantic lovers.
"Pshaw! there's no use of further search in this direction; they have
long ere this set out for some other portion of the country, and we
are wasting time in tarrying here."
"Mebbe dot ish so, but I dink dey vas go on up der coast, instead off
cum pack by Atlantic City."
"Not impossible. In that case, it will be our best lead to go back to
Atlantic, take the cars to Philadelphia, and strike for some sea-coast
point ahead of them."
"Dot vould pe a purty good idea vor you, but I t'ink better I remain
on der coast stardting vrom here, und follow der trail in der rear.
I'll bet a half-dollar I find 'em first, afore you do."
"Very well. It shall be as you deem best. I will leave you here and
join you, or rather be there to meet you, when you reach Long Branch.
If nothing results in our favor by that time I'll decide what is the
next best course to pursue. Here is a hundred dollars, toward
defraying your expenses. If you need more, telegraph to Jim Thornton
at the Chalfonte, Long Branch, and I'll remit."
And placing the sum of money in Fritz's possession, he soon after took
his departure.
After he had gone, Fritz sat down on a rock in the mouth of the cave,
which overlooked the ocean, and gazed thoughtfully out upon the sunlit
waters.
"Vel, here I vas--but der next question ish, vere vas I?" he
soliloquized. "I haff undertaken a job mitout any bases vor a
start-off. I kinder vish Rebecca vas here, too--but ash vishin' don'd
vas do some good, pizness is der next consideration."
Night was not far distant, but he resolved to continue on up the coast
in hopes of finding a fisherman's house, where he could obtain food
and lodging.
He accordingly left the cave and continued his journey. He soon came
to a level stretch of beach again, and followed its northward course
for a number of miles--until sunset, when he found himself as far from
any human habitation as he had in the start.
He accordingly sought a grassy spot, back from the beach, and lay down
to rest.
Arising early the next morning, he struck out once more on his
journey, feeling decidedly anxious to find some kind of a human
habitation, as he was very hungry.
He soon spied a farm-house, inland from the beach, and made for it in
double-quick time.
A gruff-looking man sat upon the front veranda, as he entered the
well-kept yard, and eyed him with an expression of suspicion.
"Well, what d'ye want, young man?" he demanded, sourly.
"Grub--somedings to eat," Fritz replied, spiritedly. "I vas hungry
like ash a sucker after a hard winter."
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