“What do you think of it, fellows?” asked Jerry Hopkins. The tall lad ruffled2 in his hand some sheets of paper covered with typewriting. He looked closely at his two chums.
“You mean Tinny Mallison’s gold mine proposition?” inquired Ned Slade, flicking3 a bit of dust from the trousers of his new suit.
“That’s what I mean,” replied Jerry. “He didn’t say anything else in his letter worth considering, did he?” and the tall lad again referred to the screed4.
“Except about chicken,” put in the third member of the trio, a stout5, good-natured looking lad with a beaming face.
“Chicken? What do you mean—chicken?” demanded Ned Slade, with just a slight note of impatience6 in his voice. Jerry, looking hastily through the letter, added:
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“Tinny didn’t say anything about going into the chicken business, did he? Not that I remember. Anyhow, he isn’t in a chicken-raising country. He’s out in the tall timber where the only things they raise are Rocky Mountain goats. Chickens! How do you get that way, Chunky?”
The fat lad flushed, having drawn7 this much attention to himself, and, to justify8 his remark, he said:
“I didn’t mean it that way. You know, as well as I do, he didn’t propose to us to go out there to raise chickens. We could do that here at home a lot better.”
“I mean Tinny said in his letter that he was in a restaurant where they served him roast chicken and mushrooms, and he got to thinking of us and——”
“You mean he got to thinking of you!” and Ned exploded into a laugh, at which Bob Baker11 blushed a deeper pink.
“Oh, I see what Chunky means!” chuckled12 Jerry. “Tinny did speak of being in a restaurant eating chicken when he found himself remembering us and the measly feeds we sometimes got in the mustering-out camp. That’s what caused him to write us about the gold mine.”
“And you can make up your mind that Bob[3] would pick out that part of the letter first!” exclaimed Ned. “That part about chicken! Did it make you hungry, Chunky?” he demanded, giving the stout youth a poke13 in his well-covered ribs14.
“Oh, cut it out!” snapped Bob, with a trace of annoyance15 on his face. “I was up early and I didn’t have much breakfast. It’s nearly noon now, and if you want me to give any serious consideration to this gold mine proposition I’ve got to eat—that’s all!”
There was such a tone of resolve in the stout lad’s voice, and such an air of bravado16 about him, that Ned and Jerry looked at each other in surprise.
“Well, Bob, if that’s the way you feel about it,” began Ned, “we might as well——”
“That’s how I feel about it!” cracked out Bob. “I’m hungry—I don’t care who knows it! Ever since Jerry read that in the letter about Tinny having such a glorious feed of roast chicken and mushrooms—oh, boy!”
Bob did not go on, but Jerry, looking at his watch, remarked:
“It is almost noon, and I happen to know Bob was up early, for I telephoned over just before I ate breakfast and they said he’d gone out in a hurry.”
“I did. And I had nothing for breakfast but some slices of toast, bacon and eggs, and coffee,”[4] broke in Bob. “No breakfast at all! Had to go down on an errand in a hurry for dad in the new car, and I stepped on the gas, let me tell you. Now, what about eating?” he asked eagerly.
“Well, don’t go to sleep, and I’ll go on with my speech of acceptance,” chuckled Jerry. “I was going to say, why not come to lunch at my house? Then we can talk over this gold mine dope.”
“It more than hits me in the right spot,” sighed fat Bob Baker.
“But it’s queer,” murmured Jerry, as he and his chums arose from a bench where they had been sitting on the edge of Cresville’s only park—the place designated as a meeting place when Jerry had received a letter which was destined18 to play a momentous19 part in the lives of the Motor Boys.
“What’s queer?” Ned Slade wanted to know.
“How Bob happened to pick out the three lines in Tinny’s letter that had to do with eating,” Jerry resumed. “The most unimportant part of the whole business, and yet Bob spots it like—like——”
“Thanks,” murmured Jerry.
“Think you’re a regular moving-picture-art-title writer, don’t you?” mumbled22 Bob. “All right—go[5] on—poke all the fun you want. But if you fellows get out to Thunder Mountain—or whatever the place is—and starve to death, don’t blame me.”
“We aren’t likely to—not if we die of hunger,” said Ned. “But if we go, won’t you come with us?”
“I don’t know—maybe.” Bob was not quite restored to his usual good-natured self after the bantering23 to which he had been subjected.
“Well, let’s go!” cried Jerry, and the words recalled vividly24 to the minds of his chums how often those same words were used when they were in France during the World War.
“Is that you, Jerry?” called Mrs. Hopkins, when a little later she heard the tramp of feet in her hall—feet that unconsciously fell into the swing of a military march.
“Yes, Mother. I’ve brought Ned and Bob home to lunch.”
“That’s nice. I’ll tell Katie to get things ready for you out in the sun parlor25. John is polishing the dining room floor.”
“Anywhere as long as there’s something to eat,” murmured Bob.
And then, a little later, when the Motor Boys were sitting about a well laden26 table in the pleasant sun parlor of the Hopkins home, their discussion turned upon the letter Jerry had received[6] that morning from Tinnith Mallison, a Westerner, whom they had first met as a congenial officer in the training camp where the lads were mustered27 out of Uncle Sam’s service.
“Just what is his proposition?” asked Bob, who, having the first sharp edge taken from his appetite, could now give more consideration to other matters. “I didn’t listen very closely when you first read it, Jerry.”
“No, I reckon not—chicken and mushrooms,” murmured Ned.
“Shut up!” ordered Bob, but the words were accompanied by a smile which took all malice28 from them.
“Well, briefly, Tinny’s proposition is this,” said Jerry, as he took out the letter again. They had become sufficiently29 acquainted with Mr. Mallison to call him by his nickname. “He wants to interest us in an undeveloped gold mine out West near a place called Thunder Mountain. Why it has that name, I don’t know. Maybe the Indians called it that.”
“If we go out there we can find out why,” put in Ned.
“Say, are you fellows really seriously considering taking up this game?” demanded Bob, pausing with a bite of pie half way to his mouth. And when Bob did any pausing in the process of eating[7] one might safely conclude that he was vitally interested in the subject under discussion.
“Well, I’m about as green at the gold-mining business as I would be trying to cut ice with a pair of manicure scissors,” remarked Jerry. “But, fellows, we’ve just got to do something strenuous30! After the exciting life we lived in France, I just can’t settle down to any business that we can tackle in this town. And as for going back to Boxwood Hall——”
“Whew! Don’t speak of it!” cried Ned. “Jerry, I’m with you on that gold mine proposition,” he continued. “I don’t just sense what it is all about, but I’ll leave that to you. Anyhow, I can’t stay around this town much longer. It’s all right in its own way, but it doesn’t weigh much after what we’ve gone through. Dad wants me to come in the department store and learn the business from the ground up. But I’m not ready for that yet. That’s why I want to go West.”
“And I can’t see dad’s proposition to become office boy in the bank and work my way up to be a cashier,” said Bob. “Of course I’ll go in the bank some day—but not just yet. I’m for the West.”
“Well, we seem to be pretty much of the same mind about it, and that sounds good to me,” commented Jerry. “Tinny says he will write us more[8] particulars if we are interested, and suggests that we let him know at once.”
“Tell him we are!” exclaimed Ned. “We’ve just got to get into something that will keep us out in the open air. This gold mine would do it.”
“Whether it had any gold in it or not,” commented Jerry.
“Sure! Say, why don’t you send Tinny a wire, telling him we’re hot on his trail and ask him to send on more dope.”
“Write out the message,” suggested Bob. “Then we’ll go down to the telegraph office to send it. I’ll get dad’s new car and we’ll try it out. He told me to run it for a while and remove the kinks.”
“Hurray!” yelled Ned.
“Sounds good to me,” commented Jerry. In fact, ever since he had heard that Mr. Baker had a new car his hands had been itching32 to grip the wheel. Now he might have an opportunity.
“Come on, we’ll get the car,” cried Chunky. “After we leave the message we’ll go for a ride.”
“It will be like old times,” remarked Ned, for the lads had gained more than a local reputation by their journeys about the country in motors.
Finishing their lunch, putting away Tinny’s enthralling33 letter, and writing the telegram to the Westerner did not take long. A little later the[9] three youths were walking about and admiring Mr. Baker’s new car. It was a beauty—no mistake about that.
“How do you think the new four-wheel brakes will work?” asked Jerry, who knew something about cars. He had one, but not of a late model.
“You’ll soon find out,” remarked Bob. “I’ll let you fellows have a shot at it. Only remember one thing—don’t shove the brakes on too suddenly, for they grip twice as quickly as the old kind. Hop1 in—I’ll be out in a minute.”
He disappeared into the house on the run, while Ned and Jerry took their places on the front seat. Did any one ever see three lads ride anywhere but on the front seat of an auto34, no matter how small?
“It’ll be a tight fit with Chunky in,” remarked Ned, looking at the space behind the wheel.
“Do him good to squeeze him,” chuckled Jerry. “Here he comes.”
Bob did not complain of the small space left for him at the wheel, but climbed in and the three lads were soon riding down the main street of Cresville, their home town.
The message was sent, and then Bob headed the car for the open country. They were bowling35 along, the fat lad having given several demonstrations36 of how to apply the new brakes, when he[10] took one hand from the steering37 wheel and began fishing in his pocket.
“What’s the matter?” asked Jerry.
“Well, for the love of pepsin!” cried Ned. “If you aren’t——”
He never finished the sentence, for just then the car rounded a curve in the road and Jerry, pointing ahead, cried:
“Look! There’s a house on fire!”
In pointing he jarred Bob’s hand just as the latter was raising the doughnut for another bite.
“It sure is a fire!” shouted Ned.
“Ug! Ow! Huh! Huh! Heck!” coughed and spluttered Bob.
“What’s the matter?” cried Jerry.
He pushed suddenly on the brake pedal and the car came to such an abrupt40 stop that he and his companions nearly went through the windshield as the auto halted within a short distance of the blazing farmhouse41 from which came frantic42 cries for help.
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flicking
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screed
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justify
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harping
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fowls
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baker
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poke
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ribs
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briefly
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destined
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hawk
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bantering
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parlor
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malice
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