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One Tuesday was given over to the game, a Tuesday which happened to be Election Day and a holiday at Woodcrest, and early in the morning the two teams met on the edge of the campus down near the woods. There were about thirty boys willing to play the game, which was strenuous2 in the extreme, and they divided up quickly. All had been provided with sandwiches and the hares had the bags of paper.
Rhodes, Vench, Merton and Chipps were on the side of the hares, with a dozen other boys, and Don, Jim, Terry, Lieutenant3 Thompson and others were running with the hounds. Final instructions were given and the hares started off for the dark woods.
“See you guys right here at nightfall,” called out Chipps, waving to the hounds as they sallied out.
“Yes, we’ll have a fire going to roast you rabbits!” returned Terry, as the hounds settled down to wait for their time to come.
The hares broke away on a slow run, dropping bits of paper as they went. If the majority of the hares were captured, the decision went to the hounds, but if the hares got a majority back in the yard before the hounds overtook them the victory was theirs. So the hounds waited impatiently for the word to go. Thompson, who was captain of the hounds, had to curb4 their impatience5. Some of them wanted to kick a football around, but the leader put an end to that.
“We’ve got a long run ahead of us,” he warned them. “If we go running around chasing a football we’ll be winded and they’ll run circles around us. Remember, this is our year.”
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It was a glorious November day and the hounds found great difficulty in remaining still. Overhead a bright sun shone out of a clear blue sky and a cool breeze assured them that they would not become exhausted6 from any undue7 heat. The leaves had turned all colors and the lake was a steel blue. Each young man felt exhilarated and ambition surged high.
When the hour was up Thompson gave the word and the hounds set off at a loping run. They would be compelled to run faster than the hares, who had now a fair start over them, but they were planning to travel steadily8 and hoped to figure out short-cuts. That was the dangerous part of it all, for they might decide to leave the trail and cut across a hill or valley, figuring that the trail led there, and if they were mistaken valuable time would be lost. The paper trail was easy to follow, for the hares were together, but later on they would split into pairs or threes, and then the work would become harder and the body of hounds would disintegrate9. Except on the home stretch, when within a mile or two of the school, the hares never went singly, but always travelled in pairs and threes. That meant that the hounds split up into as many groups and pursued the hares in the same manner.
For about five miles the hounds pursued the hares in one body, and it was not until noontime that they found out from the trail that the hares had split. Down in the hollow of a swamp the paper trail went in different directions, and the hounds stopped to plan their campaign.
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“Three of them went this way,” said Thompson, pointing toward the east. “Billings, Barton and I will follow those three. The rest of you fellows pick up a trail and follow it. Well, we’ll be getting on. Don’t lag, and we’ll see you at the fire tonight.”
The three cadets struck off through the woods on the trail and the other boys set about finding trails of their own. Terry and some of the others trotted10 away to the west on a trail and Don and Jim examined the nearby bushes. Finally Don straightened up.
“There’s a pair running off in this direction,” he said, pointing north. “Let’s get underway, Jim.”
He and Jim followed the trail, picking it up from pieces of paper that showed through the underbrush, and they tirelessly followed it for three miles, without coming across any of the fleeing hares. Shortly past noon they stopped at a farmhouse11 and took a drink from a well, sitting down against the fence to eat. They did not spend much time eating, but as soon as the meal was over they hurried back to the woods and took up the trail in earnest.
The chase was leading them into wild country, heavily wooded and broken by small ranges of hills. Very few houses were to be seen, and so far they had not noticed anything that would lead them to believe that there was a town near by. It was not until three o’clock that they came to the edge of a clearing and saw before them a little country town. A single spur of the railroad ran through the place, six or seven small frame houses grouped near the station, and off in the distance they saw the roofs of some fairly good-looking homes. Yellow, dusty roads wound over the nearby hills.
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“Wonder what place this is?” said Jim.
“I don’t know,” returned Don. “The hares just skirted the place, judging by their trail. Let’s walk down near the station and see what place it is.”
Jim grinned. “I don’t know why such a sleepy-looking place has a station,” he observed. “If the engineer happened to be looking the other way he wouldn’t even notice the town.”
They veered12 off the paper trail and approached the tiny station which was bathed in the late afternoon sun’s glow. Don narrowed his eyes and read the sign over the structure.
“Spotville Point,” he read. “Well, it isn’t much more than a point, at that.”
“Spotville Point,” mused13 Jim. “Where have I heard that name before? Oh, I know!”
“And so do I!” exclaimed Don. “This is the town where Colonel Morrell got off the train and was never heard of again!”
Forgetting the paper chase in their interest the two brothers walked up to the little board shack14 and examined it with interest. It was a one-story affair with a small platform, a single waiting room and a tiny office. Through the screen the boys could look across the tracks and see the station agent inside, bending over a book.
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“Don,” said Jim, “the Colonel got off at this spot, and he had a good reason to do so. Maybe we can unearth15 some clue.”
“Maybe,” shrugged16 Don. “But I imagine that the detectives have been over every foot of the way. However, I’m willing to make a try at it. What do you suggest?”
“How would it be to talk to the station agent?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps he’s tired of talking about it already, but we’ll attempt it. Nothing like trying.”
The Mercer boys approached the window, which was open, and looked through the screen. As their shadows fell across the desk the agent looked up. He was a thin old man in a faded blue uniform.
“Hello,” he nodded. “Ticket for where?”
“We’re not in the market right now,” smiled Don. “We’d just like a little information. I suppose you know all of the people and houses around here, don’t you?”
“Hope so,” said the agent. “Been stationmaster here for ten years.”
“Then of course you know them all,” agreed Don. “You were working during the early part of October weren’t you?”
“No,” was the unexpected reply. “I wasn’t. I was sick then, and Tommy Grady was taking my trick. I came down sick about October fourth and I just got around to my work again on the first of November.”
“Then you were here on the third of October?” questioned Jim, eagerly.
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“Sure I was. Why?”
“Perhaps we shouldn’t bother you,” said Don. “No doubt you have been questioned by the detectives.”
The old man stood up, suspicion showing plainly on his face. He looked closely at their uniforms.
“Say, what are you boys up to?” he asked. “No detectives didn’t ask me anything. What’s your game?”
“This is the only Spotville Point there is in the state, isn’t it?” pressed Don.
“Sure it is. But what——”
“Do you mean to say that detectives haven’t been here to see you about an elderly stout17 man who got off here on the third of October?” asked Jim.
“Nobody’s been to see me. As soon as I was took sick I went away to Spartenburgh to get well. They might have been to see Tommy.”
“Look here,” said Don. “We’re cadets from Woodcrest School. On the third of October our colonel started for the school and for some reason he got off here at Spotville Point. He was never seen again. Now, you say you were here on the third, and detectives say they have checked up thoroughly18. How is it that they haven’t been to see you?”
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“I’ll tell you why they ain’t!” cried the old man, his eyes suddenly lighting19 up. “Me and Tommy has had an argument. He claims he was on here since October second, and I know doggone well he wasn’t! He’s tryin’ to get in some extra pay, if you ask me. I know I was here on October third. Maybe they have been talking to Tommy.”
“They must have been,” nodded Don quickly. “But do you remember the man I’m talking about? Surely you must remember everyone who gets off here, and as that was your last day before you got sick, I should think you’d surely remember.”
“I do remember him!” cried the agent. “A little fat man, yes sir! I remember him as plain as day! I—Oh, murder!”
He sat down suddenly and stared at the boys in dismay. They looked blankly back at him.
“What’s wrong?” demanded Jim.
Without answering them the agent opened first one drawer in his desk and then another, searching around in them. At last he brought out a plain postal20 card and looked at it.
“Good grief,” he groaned21. “That little man you’re talking about came in here and wrote out this postal card. He gave it to me to send for him, but I clean forgot it. I put it in the desk to send off the next day, and then I didn’t come into work the next day. Good grief!”
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“Will you let me see it?” asked Don, trembling slightly and reaching under the screen. The agent passed it to him, seemed to hesitate and was about to draw it back, but Don, seeing his intention and reading the sudden thoughts which had surged into the old man’s head, drew it to him by the tips of his fingers. Eagerly he and Jim bent22 over it. It was dated October third and the brief message read as follows:
“Dear Merton;
Received a telegram to drop off at Spotville Point to see Morton Dennings. Perhaps I can come to some agreement with him. Going on to the school from here.
Elmer.”
Jim turned the card over. It was addressed to “Merton Morrell, 95 Orchard23 Street, Rockwood, N. Y.”
“The colonel’s brother,” said Don, and Jim nodded.
“That is an important clue,” said his brother.
“Yes,” returned Don. “Do you know of a man named Morton Dennings?” he asked the agent.
“Yes, I know him by sight. He’s a wealthy man who has a summer home here, out at the end of the town, on Blackberry Lane. But you won’t find him now, ’cause he’s gone back to New York City. The house is closed up.”
“How do we get to the house?” asked Jim.
The agent turned in his chair and pointed24 down the dusty road. “Take that road as far as the crossroads and you’ll see Blackberry Lane. The house is down there; you can’t miss it.”
“Thanks,” said Don. “It was a good thing you forgot to mail this postal, sir. Up to the present time there hasn’t been a single clue, but this will perhaps mean much.”
“Say, listen bub,” called the stationmaster, hesitatingly. “If—if—well, in case——”
“I understand what you mean,” said Don, looking closely at the bowed old man in a new light. “Yes, there is a large reward out for the finding of Colonel Morrell, and I promise you that if anything comes of this clue you shall surely profit by it. Now we’re going down the road and take a look at that house Dennings lived in. My name is Mercer, and this is my brother. If you should hear that Colonel Morrell has been found from any clue you may have furnished you can write to us at Woodcrest and we’ll gladly see to it that you are fairly rewarded. Thanks for your information and the card. So long.”
Jim and Don left the station platform and the old man looked after them in some doubt.
“I wonder if I was a fool to give that card to those boys?” he pondered. “They look honest, but you can’t be too sure of anybody these days. I hope they find their colonel.”
He returned to alternately dreaming and shaking his head.
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