Joe The Hotel Boy | Page 6

went on Pat
Malone, for such was the full name of one of the speakers.
"I've spent more than that. But never mind, my boy, fortune will favor
us again in the near future."
A crash of thunder drowned out the conversation following, and Joe
hurried back to where he had left Ned.
"Well, have you found out who they are?" demanded the rich youth,

impatiently.
"No, Ned, but I am sure of one thing."
"What is that?"
"They are two bad men."
"What makes you think that?"
"They said something about having to get out of the city, and one spoke
about being nabbed. Evidently they went away to avoid arrest."
At this announcement Ned Talmadge whistled softly to himself.
"Phew! What shall we do about it?" he asked, with a look of concern on
his usually passive face.
Joe shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know what to do."
"Let us listen to what they have to say. Maybe we'll strike some clew to
what they have been doing."
"Would that be fair--to play the eaves-dropper?"
"Certainly--if they are evildoers. Anybody who has done wrong ought
to be locked up for it," went on Ned boldly.
With caution the two boys made their way to the narrow window, and
Ned looked in as Joe had done. The backs of the two men were still
towards the opening, so the lads were not discovered.
"What is this new game?" they heard the man called Malone ask, after
a peal of thunder had rolled away among the mountains.
"It's the old game of a sick miner with some valuable stocks to sell,"
answered Gaff Caven.

"Have you got the stocks?"
"To be sure--one thousand shares of the Blue Bell Mine, of Montana,
said to be worth exactly fifty thousand dollars."
"Phew! You're flying high, Gaff!" laughed Pat Malone.
"And why not, so long as I sell the stocks?"
"What did they cost you?"
"Well, they didn't cost me fifty thousand dollars," and Gaff Caven
closed one eye suggestively.
"You bet they didn't! More than likely they didn't cost you fifty
dollars."
"What, such elegantly engraved stocks as those?"
"Pooh! I can buy a bushel-basket full of worthless stocks for a dollar,"
came from Pat Malone. "But that isn't here nor there. I go into the deal
if you give me my fair share of the earnings."
"I'll give you one-third, Pat, and that's a fair share, I think."
"Why not make it half?"
"Because I'll do the most of the work. It's no easy matter to find a
victim." And Gaff Caven laughed broadly. He had a good- appearing
face, but his eyes were small and not to be trusted.
"All right, I'll go in for a third then. But how soon is the excitement to
begin?"
"Oh, in a week or so. I've got the advertisements in the papers already."
"Not in New York?"
"No, it's Philadelphia this time. Perhaps I'll land one of our Quaker

friends."
"Don't be so sure. The Quakers may be slow but they generally know
what they are doing."
More thunder interrupted the conversation at this point, and when it
was resumed the two men talked in such low tones that only an
occasional word could be caught by the two boys.
"They surely must be rascals," remarked Ned, in a whisper. "I'm half of
a mind to have them locked up."
"That's easier said than done," answered Joe. "Besides, we haven't any
positive proofs against them."
The wind was now rising, and it soon blew so furiously that the two
boys were forced to seek the shelter of the woodshed, since they did not
deem it wise to enter the lodge so long as the two men were inside.
They waited in the shed for fully half an hour, when, as suddenly as it
had begun, the storm let up and the sun began to peep forth from
between the scattering clouds.
"Now we can go home if we wish," said Joe. "But for my part, I'd like
to stay and see what those men do, and where they go to."
"Yes, let us stay by all means," answered the rich youth.
They waited a few minutes longer and then Ned suggested that they
look into the window of the lodge once more. The hermit's boy was
willing, and they approached the larger building with caution.
Much to their astonishment the two strangers had disappeared.
"Hullo! what do you make of that?" cried Ned, in amazement.
"Perhaps they are in one of the other rooms," suggested Joe.
At the risk of being caught, they entered the lodge and looked into one
room after another. Every apartment was vacant, and they now saw that

the fire in the fireplace had been stamped out.
"They must have left while we