Roy Blakeley: Lost, Strayed or StolenFitzhugh, Percy Keese
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Roy Blakeley: Lost, Strayed or Stolen
Fitzhugh, Percy Keese
Adventure stories; Boy Scouts of America -- Juvenile fiction
So then Westy and I went out on the platform of the car. We told the
inventor to stay inside.
I said, “What are we going to do about this kid? I don’t want to take
him to my house because I don’t want anybody to know yet. But if we go
home to supper and leave him here he’ll invent a way to escape.”
“Or else he’ll set fire to the car,” Westy said.
“Once we hand this kid over,” I said, “that lets us out of the arson
business and it also lets Charlie Slausen out. And we’ll get three
hundred dollars’ reward, too, for finding the inventor.”
“I don’t care anything about that,” Westy said; “and I’m not worrying so
much about our being accused. It’s all going to fall on Charlie when
they make us talk.”
“Believe me,” I told him, “when they see this kid and his box of matches
that will let Charlie out. I guess they won’t ask us any questions.”
Westy said, “What shall we do? Take him to court in the morning?”
“Sure,” I said, “matches and all. It won’t make any difference who
didn’t start the fire as long as they know who did. You leave it to me,
my father’s uncle on my mother’s side was a lawyer. What we have to do
is to keep the inventor under cover till to-morrow.”
“I hate like the dickens to see him go back to the Home,” Westy said.
“You leave that to me, too,” I told him. “I’m an inventor. Come on over
to Tony’s and we’ll get some eats for the poor kid.”
Westy stayed in the car with him while I went over. I got some soup in a
pail and I got some sandwiches and a big piece of pie, and a hole with a
doughnut around it to remind the kid of home sweet home. When I saw the
way he could eat I nearly fainted. After he got through the only thing
that was left was the hole in the doughnut—_good night_!
After a while I said, “Now you’re going to sleep here in this submarine
to-night. We’re going to shut the doors so the water won’t come in.
We’re going to leave one window open so in case the water comes in it
can get out again. You’re supposed to sleep here and guard the place
against whales. Understand? We’re going to go and see if we can find
some ships to sink. You’re supposed to stay here till we get back. If
you wake up stay right here and we’ll be back early in the morning. If
there isn’t enough water to go down in, you’ll find some in the water
cooler. If you want to make believe you’re on a desert isle, step out in
the aisle. But don’t go till we get back because we’re going to plan a
big attack on the Court House to-morrow morning and we want you with
us.”
“I’ll bring the matches, hey?” he said, “and we’ll——”
“Thanks,” I told him; “we’ll take care of the matches. Let’s have them,
please. They may get wet under the ocean. You roll up on the seat and go
to sleep, and maybe to-morrow we’ll elect you king.” He was asleep
before we left him.
“One thing I’m thankful for,” said Westy, as we started home.
“What’s that?” I asked him.
“That the new Court House is fire-proof,” he said.
CHAPTER XXV—THE TALK OF THE TOWN
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