“This way, boys! Oak Hall to the front!”
A vestibule door to one of the cars had been opened and a porter had come down the steps carrying three suit-cases. He was followed by three young men, who waved their hands gayly at Dave and Roger.
“Here at last!” sang out Phil Lawrence, as he rushed forward to catch our hero with one hand and the senator’s son with the other.
“Some city you fellows have here,” criticized Ben Basswood, with a broad grin, as he waited for his turn to “pump handle” his friends.
“Say!” burst out the third new arrival, as he too came forward. “Calling a little, dinky station like this a city puts me in mind of a story. Once some travelers journeyed to the interior of Africa, and——”
“Hello! What do you know about that?” sang out Dave gayly. “Shadow has started to tell a story before he even says ‘how-do-you-do’!”
110“Why, Shadow!” remonstrated2 Roger in an apparently3 injured tone of voice. “We heard that you had given up telling stories entirely4.”
“Smoked herring! Who told you such a yarn5 as that?” burst out Phil.
“I don’t intend to give up telling stories,” announced Shadow Hamilton calmly. “I’ve got a brand new lot; haven’t I, fellows? I bet Dave and Roger never heard that one about the coal.”
“What about the coal, Shadow?” demanded Roger, shaking hands.
“Don’t ask him,” groaned6 Ben. “He’s told that story twenty-six times since we left home.”
“You’re a base prevaricator7, Ben Basswood!” roared the former story-teller of Oak Hall. “I told that story just twice—once to you and once to that drummer from Chicago. And he said he had never heard it before, and that proves it’s a new story, because drummers hear everything.”
“Well, that story has one advantage,” was Phil’s comment. “It’s short.”
“All right then, Shadow; let’s hear it. And then tell us all about yourself,” said Dave quickly.
“It isn’t quite as much of a story as it’s a conundrum,” began Shadow Hamilton. “Once a small boy who was very inquisitive8 went to his aunt in the country and helped her hunt for eggs. Then he said he would like to go down into the cellar. ‘Why do you want to go in the cellar, Freddy?’ 111asked the aunt. ‘I want to go down to look at the egg coal,’ announced the little boy. ‘And then I want to see what kind of chickens lay it.’” And at this little joke both Dave and Roger had to smile.
No other passengers had left the cars at this station, and now the long train rumbled9 once more on its way. The station master had gone off to look after some messages, so the former chums of Oak Hall were left entirely to themselves.
“It’s a touch of old times to get together again, isn’t it?” cried Dave gayly, as he placed one arm over Phil’s shoulder and the other arm around Ben. “You can’t imagine how glad I am to see all of you.”
“I am sure the feeling is mutual10, Dave,” answered Phil. “I’ve missed you fellows dreadfully since we separated.”
“I sometimes wish we were all back at Oak Hall again,” sighed Ben. “My, what good times we did have!”
“I guess you’ll be glad enough to reach Star Ranch11, Phil,” went on Dave, giving the ship-owner’s son a nudge in the ribs12. “Probably Belle13 Endicott will be waiting for you with open arms.”
“Sour grapes, Dave. I know where you’d like to be,” retorted Phil, his face reddening. “You’d like to be in Crumville with Jessie Wadsworth—and 112Roger would like to be in the same place, with your sister.”
“Have you fellows had your lunch?” questioned Roger, to change the subject.
“Yes. When we found out that the train was going to be late, we went into the dining-car as soon as it opened,” answered Ben. “How about you?”
“We brought something along and ate it while we were waiting for you,” said the senator’s son. “Come on, it’s quite a trip to the construction camp. We came over on horseback, and we brought three horses for you fellows.”
“Good enough!” cried Shadow. “But what are we going to do with our suit-cases?”
“You’ll have to tie those on somehow,” announced Dave. “We brought plenty of straps14 along.”
As the five chums got ready for the trip to the construction camp, Dave and Roger were told of many things that had happened to the others during the past few weeks. In return they told about themselves and the encounter with Nick Jasniff.
“A mighty15 bad egg, that Jasniff,” was Phil’s comment.
“The worst ever,” added Shadow.
“Mr. Dunston Porter and the girls didn’t tell you half of the story about those gypsies,” said Ben. “Those fellows tried to make all sorts of 113trouble for us. They tried to prove that they had a right to camp on that land, and my father and your uncle had to threaten them with the law before they went away. Since that time several of the gypsies have been in town, and they have made a number of threats to get square. That old hag, Mother Domoza, is particularly wrathful. She insists that she got the right to camp there as long as she pleased from some party who used to own a part of the land.”
“Where are the gypsies hanging out now?” questioned Dave.
“Somebody told me they were camping on the edge of Coburntown.”
“You don’t say! That’s the place where I had so much trouble with the storekeepers on account of Ward1 Porton’s buying so many things in my name.”
“If I were living in Coburntown, I’d keep my eyes open for those gypsies,” declared Ben. “I wouldn’t trust any of them any farther than I could see them. Ever since they camped on the outskirts16 of Crumville folks have suspected them of raiding hencoops and of other petty thieving. They never caught them at it, so they couldn’t prove it. But my father was sure in his own mind that they were guilty.”
“Yes, and I remember a year or so ago some of the gypsy women came around our place to tell 114fortunes,” added Dave. “They went into the kitchen to tell the fortunes of the cook and the up-stairs girl, and two days later the folks found that two silver spoons and a gold butter-knife were missing. We made some inquiries17, but we never got any satisfaction.”
“Looking for stuff like that is like looking for a needle in a haystack,” was Phil’s comment.
“Oh, say! Speaking of a needle in a haystack puts me in mind of a story,” burst out Shadow.
“What! another?” groaned Roger in mock dismay; and all of the others present held up their hands as if in horror.
“This is just a little one,” pleaded the former story-teller of Oak Hall. “A man once heard a lady speak about trying to find the needle in the haystack. ‘Say, madam,’ said the man, very earnestly, ‘a needle in a haystack wouldn’t be no good to nobody. If one of the animals got it in his throat, it would ’most kill ’im.’”
“Wow!”
“Does anybody see the point?” questioned Roger.
“What do you mean—the point of the needle?” demanded Dave.
“If you had the eye you could see better,” suggested Ben.
“I don’t care, it’s a pretty good joke,” protested the story-teller.
115“Hurrah! Shadow is stuck on the needle joke!” announced Dave. “Anyhow, it would seem so.”
“Jumping tadpoles18!” ejaculated Roger. “Boys, did you catch that?”
“Catch what?” asked Phil innocently.
“Phil wasn’t born a tailor, so maybe he never knew what it was to seam sew anything.”
“Whoop! I’ll pummel you for that!” roared the ship-owner’s son, and made a sweep at Dave with his suit-case.
But the latter dodged19, and the suit-case landed with a bang on Shadow’s shoulder, sending the story-teller to the ground.
“Say, Phil Lawrence, you be careful!” cried the prostrate20 youth, as he scrambled21 up. “What do you think I am—a punching-bag?”
“Ten thousand pardons, Shadow, and then some!” cried the ship-owner’s son contritely22. “I was aiming to put Dave in the hospital, that’s all.”
“Come on and get busy and let us be off to the camp,” broke in Roger. “We’ll have plenty of time for horse-play later. We want to show you fellows a whole lot of things.”
Dave insisted upon carrying one of the suit-cases, while Roger took another. Soon all of the hand-baggage was securely fastened to the saddles of the horses, and then the boys started on the journey to the construction camp. They took 116their time, and numerous were the questions asked and answered on the way.
“Yes, I’m doing first class in business with dad,” announced Phil. “We are going to buy an interest in another line of ships, and dad says that in another year he will put me at the head of our New York offices. Then I’ll be a little nearer to Crumville than I was before.”
“I’m glad to hear of your success, Phil,” said Dave. “I don’t know of any fellow who deserves it more than you do.”
“Sometimes I wish I had taken up civil engineering, just to be near you and Roger,” went on the ship-owner’s son wistfully. “But then, I reckon I wasn’t cut out for that sort of thing. I love the work I am at very much.”
“I suppose some day, Phil, you’ll be settling down with Belle Endicott,” went on our hero in a low tone of voice, so that the others could not hear.
“I don’t know about that, Dave,” was the thoughtful answer. “Belle is a splendid girl, and I know she thinks a good deal of me. But her father is a very rich man, and she has a host of young fellows tagging after her. There is one man out in Denver, who is almost old enough to be her father, who has asked Mr. Endicott for her hand in marriage.”
“But Belle doesn’t want him, does she?”
117“I don’t think so. But she teases me about him a good deal, and I must confess I don’t like it. That’s one reason why I am going out to Star Ranch.”
“Well, you fix it up, Phil—I know you can do it,” answered Dave emphatically. “You know Jessie and Laura are writing to Belle continually; and I know for a fact that Belle thinks more of you than she does of anybody else.”
“I hope what you say is true, Dave,” answered the ship-owner’s son wistfully.
Naturally a bright and energetic youth with no hesitation23 when it came to business matters, Phil was woefully shy now that matters between himself and the girl at Star Ranch had reached a crisis.
In their letters Dave and Roger had told their chums much about the Mentor24 Construction Company and what it proposed to do in that section of Montana. They had also written some details concerning the camp and the persons to be met there, so that when the party came in sight of the place the visitors felt fairly well at home. They were met by Frank Andrews, who was speedily introduced to them, and were then taken to the offices.
“I’m very glad to meet all of you,” said Mr. Obray, shaking hands at the introduction. “Porter and Morr have told me all about you; and 118I’ve told them to do what they can to make you feel at home during your stay. There is only one thing I would like to caution you about,” went on the manager, who occasionally liked to have his little joke. “Don’t under any circumstances carry away any of our important engineering secrets and give them to our rivals.”
“You can trust us on that point,” answered Phil readily. “All we expect to carry away from here is the recollection of a grand good time.”
“Oh, say! That puts me in mind of a story,” burst out Shadow enthusiastically. “Once a man——”
“Oh, Shadow!” remonstrated Roger.
“I hardly think Mr. Obray has time to listen to a story,” reminded Dave.
“Sure, I’ve got time to listen if the story isn’t a long one,” broke in the manager.
“Well—er—it—er—isn’t so very much of a story,” answered Shadow lamely25. “It’s about a fellow who told his friends how he had been hunting ostriches26 in Mexico.”
“Ostriches in Mexico!” repeated Mr. Obray doubtfully.
“Yes. A man told his friends that he had been hunting ostriches in Mexico with great success. His friends swallowed the story for several days, and then began to make an investigation27. Then they went to the man and said: ‘See here. 119You said you had been hunting ostriches in Mexico. There are no ostriches there.’ ‘I know it,’ said the man calmly. ‘I killed them all.’” And at this story the manager laughed heartily28. Then he dismissed the crowd, for he had much work ahead.
“A nice man to work for,” was Ben’s comment, when the visitors were being shown to their quarters in the bunk-houses.
“As nice a man as ever lived, Ben,” answered Dave. “Roger and I couldn’t have struck it better.”
“I know I’m going to enjoy myself here,” announced Shadow. “All of your gang seem so pleasant.”
“And I want to learn something about civil engineering,” announced Ben. “Maybe some day I’ll take it up myself.”
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