Clancy was drowsily2 looking out of the window. His eyes had just opened, and he had not yet observed the absence of his chum.
“Wake up and take a look at things, you lazy——”
He noticed for the first time that his chum’s clothes had disappeared, as well as Chip himself. Then he turned toward the window, hearing a church bell ringing sweetly across the valley, and noticed the maturity4 of the morning.
“Jumping whippoorwills! I must have overslept a whole lot——”
At that moment there came a sudden, furious knocking on the door. Clancy paused, half out of bed, and poised5 a pillow to fling as the door opened.
“Come in!” he yelled. “I’m not deaf. Come in, you imitation of a real man! You don’t fool me, Chip Merriwell——Wow! Get out o’ here!”
Clancy had thought that it was his chum, but[171] as the door opened wide his voice shot up to a shrill6 yell. For there, looking in with rolling eyes, was one of the two negresses who acted as waitresses and bell boys at the hotel.
“Get out o’ here!” shrilled7 Clan, pulling the bedclothes around him. “Can’t you hear? Shut that door! What d’you think I am, a moving-picture show?”
The door shut. From the outside came the voice of the startled negress:
“Ah thought yo’ said to come in, suh. Ah suttinly did!”
“I was wrong,” retorted Clancy, grinning in spite of himself. “I meant to say go climb up the flagpole and kill flies. What do you want?”
“Why, suh, dar’s a gem’man downsta’rs askin’ foh yo’ an Mistuh Merriwell.”
“What’s his name, and what time is it?”
“It’s dat ar McQuade boy. It’s ten o’clock, suh.”
“Send him up,” and Clancy leaped for his clothes. “Great Scott! Ten o’clock! Say, there must be something in this Carsonville air! I haven’t slept as late as this for a month of Sundays.”
He tore open his suit case, and went into dressing8 with such furious energy that the room was filled with baseball uniforms and sections of underwear and clean shirts when Billy flung open the door.
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“What’s goin’ on here?” demanded the astonished Billy Mac.
“Me, mostly,” said Clancy. “Where’s Chip?”
“How do I know? Say, are you just getting up?”
“No!” roared Clancy, half into a clean shirt. “I’m sitting on Brooklyn Bridge making mince9 pie, you bonehead!”
“Oh, don’t let me disturb you,” said Billy sarcastically10. “If you haven’t got your beauty sleep, old sorrel top, go right back to bed. It’s only ten o’clock, and I thought maybe you’d like to take a sunrise swim down in the mill pond.”
Clancy cut these remarks short by seizing a pillow and letting fly. Billy was sent back into the corner, and came up grinning.
“Where’s Chip?”
“Look under the bed,” retorted Clancy. “I just woke up. I suppose he’s dug out for the river himself. There’s no sign of a bathroom around this jay hotel.”
“What d’you expect for three dollars a week? There, leave off that white shirt, Clan! We’ll go down to the crick and meet Chip, then come back here and dress.”
This program suited Clancy to perfection. On their way down to the street, however, he stopped and asked the clerk whether Chip had left any message for him.
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“Sure, Mr. Clancy. Said he’d be back before noon.”
“Huh? And when was that?”
“A little before seven this morning.”
“Holy smoke!” cried Clancy. “Before seven! Then Merry’s been gone for three hours, Billy! He isn’t down at the river, you boob!”
“Quit calling names,” retorted Billy, a trace of anxiety in his clear eyes. “It didn’t improve your manners to go West, I reckon. Sure, we’ll go down and see, anyhow. He might be asleep in the sun down there.”
Clancy asked the clerk if he knew where Merry had gone. The clerk, mindful of Chip’s injunction, said that he “couldn’t say,” and the two friends went off toward the river in helpless wonderment.
Billy said nothing, but he was not a little worried. Clancy suspected nothing wrong, though he knew that it was not Chip’s usual custom to disappear without leaving any word of where he had gone.
Upon reaching the mill pond they found no sign of Merry. Clancy scoffed11 at the fears of his friend, so they stripped and took a hasty dip, then dressed and made their way back to the hotel.
“If he don’t show up pretty soon,” said Billy, “mother will be all balled up with her chicken dinner, Clan.”
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“Well, we aren’t going to wait for him,” said Clancy firmly. “I want that chicken dinner, believe me! We’ll give him half an hour, then we’ll load into the Hornet and go up to your house. Maybe he’s there now.”
Mrs. McQuade had been requested to prepare an early dinner, as the three friends intended returning to Fardale in the Hornet that afternoon. So promptly12 at eleven-thirty Clancy got out his car and ordered the reluctant Billy to climb in. Since there was a strong possibility that Merriwell was at the McQuade house, Billy finally obeyed.
“Nothing could happen to him,” scoffed Clancy, as they climbed the hill. “He’s off on a walk, that’s all, and probably has gone to sleep on the shady side of a tree.”
Mrs. McQuade had seen nothing of Merry, and since her dinner was all ready and waiting, she put aside a generous portion to keep warm for Chip and insisted on Clancy and Billy pitching in at once.
They did so, but as the meal progressed Clancy began to feel the same anxiety that was worrying his friend. Finally he asked Mrs. McQuade to hold her pies in the oven for a little.
“Billy and I will run back to the hotel. He might be there, or on the way.”
The two jumped into the Hornet, and Clancy hit only the high spots until they drew up before[175] the hotel. A man came down the steps, and Clancy recognized him as the garage proprietor13.
“Say, Mr. Clancy, where’s Mr. Merriwell?”
“Isn’t he here?”
“Auto!” yelled Billy. “Did he rent your auto?”
“Why, sure! Didn’t you know that?”
“Not yet, I didn’t!” snapped Clancy. He wakened abruptly15 to the fact that there must be something seriously wrong. “When was this?”
“About seven o’clock.”
“Where did he go to?”
The garage proprietor hesitated.
“Well, last thing he says was not to say anything. But mebbe you boys could go and see if anything’s wrong. Anyhow, you’re his pals16, so I reckon he wouldn’t mind me tellin’ you so much. He went over to Orton, or said he was goin’ there.”
“What the deuce was he going to Orton for?” queried17 Billy, in astonishment18. “Why, there’s nothing there but a schoolhouse and a smithy!”
Clancy frowned. He looked to see the clerk coming down toward them in a hesitant way, having heard the conversation.
“There ain’t nothin’ wrong, is there?” inquired the clerk.
“Seems to be,” and Clancy gave him a sharp[176] look. “Didn’t Merry say he was going to Orton?”
“Oh, you know about it, then?” said the clerk, looking relieved. “Why, yes, the telegram come from Orton, I think he said——”
“What’s the matter with you?” sang out Billy. “There’s no telegraph station at Orton, and you know it! Did he tell you that?”
“Well, he got a telegram, then he started askin’ me about Orton,” returned the clerk. “I didn’t ask no questions, so I don’t know where it come from. He seemed rather fussed, though.”
“There’s something wrong, Clancy,” murmured Billy, leaning over and speaking in a low voice. “It isn’t like Chip to go off like that.”
“No,” agreed Clancy, “that’s not his regular trail at all.”
He turned to the garage proprietor.
“Don’t worry about the car, sir. We’ll do a little inquiring around here, and then start out after it. But whatever loss you incur19 will be made good.”
“I wouldn’t give a whoop,” explained the man, “only I’d promised the car for this afternoon to another party. Far’s I’m concerned, Merriwell could have the car out all day without payin’ a cent. But I hate to disappoint folks.”
“Well, we’ll see what can be done,” said Clancy. “How far to this place?”
“Fifteen miles or less. The roads ain’t none[177] too good, but it ain’t a long ride at all. The car was in good shape, too.”
“H’m!” grunted20 Clan. “Mighty funny if it’d take a car five hours for that! But he might have had a breakdown21 somewhere. It’d be a good play to run out and take a look at Orton, Billy.”
“Better look at that telegram first, Clan.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because we might learn something.”
“Where’s the office here?”
“At the depot22. But I’d bet you thirteen thousand dollars and fifty cents that we’ll find there hasn’t been any message for Chip received.”
“Say, what’s got into you?” queried Clancy. “Too much chicken pie?”
“Oh, you know same’s I do, only you won’t say it,” sniffed23 Billy forebodingly. “It’s foul24 play, Clan. Merry has helped me, and those Carsons are getting even with him, that’s what it is!”
“Well, I’m beginning to think so myself, all right,” said Clan soberly. “Only I didn’t want to scare you out.”
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maturity
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