Detective and mystery stories; Inheritance and succession -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
They emerged from the place, and speedily were in the public road again
and walking, with their faces in a homeward direction. But as they went
Ralph turned, and once again he uttered that wild signal cry; and then,
then--was it an echo, or was it indeed a human voice?--after a pause,
faint and low the sound came back once more--whether from earth, or
from air, they knew not; but the cry was taken up and repeated note for
note.
CHAPTER XXIV
FOR THE SAKE OF REVENGE
Now, on that very afternoon when Ralph and his two friends, on their
visit to Crab Tree Hill, were driven by the storm to seek shelter in
that preserve, Horace Elgert and his companion Dobson, were standing in
close consultation.
And a very discontented, savage, and disconcerted pair they were, for
things did not seem to be going right with them.
In the first place, that miserable five-pound note was still missing,
and though the man at the cake-shop had promised that he would get it
for them if possible, he had not yet kept his word; and while it was
still in other hands both boys trembled with apprehensive fears.
They quarrelled over it, too, Elgert still declaring that, as Dobson
had changed it, he would alone be to blame, and Dobson retorting by
saying that he would confess that he received it from Elgert.
Then, added to this source of annoyance, there was the fact that,
in spite of all their efforts, Ralph Rexworth was rising in his
schoolmates' esteem, and his influence, coupled with that of Warren
and Charlton, was making itself steadily felt, to the diminution of
their own powers.
"It seems to me," grumbled Elgert moodily, "that the fellows look
upon trying to give a criminal up to justice as a crime. Some of them
actually hissed at me--and why? Just because my father lent the police
his pony and trap! I can't make out what is coming to them."
"They are just as down on me in the Fourth," answered Dobson. "There is
no fun in the place now. All the kids have got to be coddled like a lot
of babies; and if you catch one of them a smack on the head for being
cheeky, there are a dozen fellows ready to take his part. Look how that
little beggar Green cheeked me."
"Well, why didn't you give him a hiding? You were afraid to, that is
the fact."
"Afraid yourself!" retorted Dobson angrily. "As if I should be afraid
of him! You know that if I had done anything I should have had Rexworth
and all his set about me, and a fellow can't take the lot of them. You
don't care to meet Rexworth yourself, and you know it."
A dark frown gathered upon Horace Elgert's handsome face. Ah, how that
frown spoilt all his good looks!
"Perhaps I don't, Dobson," he said grimly. "But there are better ways
of getting even with Rexworth than fighting; and I mean to try them
all. Have you seen Brown again?"
"Yes," said Dobson.
And Elgert went on--
"Well, what did he say?"
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