The Rover Boys at School | Page 5

of him. "I can't
understand it either. My legs are just as long as yours, and my lungs
just as big, too, I think."
"You want to do your running scientifically, Tom. That athletic
instructor in New York --"
"Oh, bother your scientific things, Sam! Uncle gives us enough of that,
so don't you start in. I wonder if Dick has got a letter from Larry Colby?
He promised to write last week. He is going to a boarding school soon."
"We'll know in a few minutes. I wonder where Larry -- Gracious,
listen!"
Sam broke off short, as a loud cry for help reached their ears. It came

from the footpath, at a point where it ran through a grove of beech
trees.
"It's Dick's voice! He wants help!" burst from Tom's lips. "Come on!"
and he set off as rapidly as his exhausted condition would permit. As
before, Sam readily outdistanced him, and soon came upon the scene of
a most brutal encounter.
A burly tramp, all of six feet in height, had attacked Dick Rover and
thrown him upon his back. The tramp was now kneeling upon the
prostrate boy's chest, at the same time trying to wrench a watch from
Dick's vest pocket.
"Keep still there, or I'll knock you on the bead!" cried the tramp, as,
letting go of the watch chain, he clapped a dirty hand over Dick's
mouth.
"I -- won't -- kee -- keep still!" spluttered Dick. "Let -- me -- up!"
"You will keep still -- if you know what is best for you. I have your
pocketbook, and now I am bound to have that watch and that ring."
"No! Don't rob me of the watch! It belonged to my father!" panted Dick,
and as the watch came out of the pocket he made a clutch at it. "Help!
help!"
"Will you shut up!" burst out the tramp fiercely, and struck at the youth
with his fist.
It was at this juncture that Sam put in an appearance. A glance told him
how matters stood, and without waiting an instant he came up behind
the tramp, and, catching him by the shoulders, hurled him backward.
"Sam! Good for you!" burst out Dick joyfully. "Don't let him get
away!"
"What do you mean, boy?" demanded the ruffian, as he turned over and
leaped to his feet.

"You let my brother alone -- that's what I mean," was the answer.
"Give me my pocketbook and that watch!" went on Dick, for the tramp
held both articles, one in each hand.
"Yes, I will -- not," was the ready reply, turning, suddenly, the tram
started through the grove of trees on a run.
Without waiting, Sam ran after him followed by Tom, who had now
arrived. Dick came behind, too much winded by being thrown on his
back to keep up with them.
"He is making for the river!" cried Tom, after running for several
minutes without gaining on the thief. "If he has a boat he'll get away!
"I don't think he has a boat, Tom. He looks like a regular tramp."
"We'll soon find out."
They could not see the ruffian, but they could hear him quite plainly as
he crashed through the brush beyond the grove of trees. Then came a
crash and a yell of pain.
"He has stumbled and fallen!" said Sam, and redoubled his speed. Soon
he reached the spot where the tramp had gone down. He was about to
proceed further when a well-known object caught his eye.
"Here is the pocketbook!" he burst out, and picked the article up. A
hasty examination showed that the contents were intact; and the two
boys continued the pursuit, with Dick still following.
They were now going downhill toward the river, and presently struck a
patch of wet meadow.
"We must be careful here," observed Tom, and just then sank up to his
ankles in water and mud. But the tramp could now be seen heading
directly for the river, and they continued to follow him.
They were still fifty yards from the shore when Sam uttered a cry of

dismay. "He's got a boat!"
"So he has. Stop there, you thief!"
"Stop yourself, or I'll shoot one of you!" growled the tramp, as he
leaped into a flat bottom craft moored beside a fallen tree. He had no
pistol, but thought he might scare the boys.
They came to a halt, and an instant later the flat-bottom craft shot away
from the river bank. By this time Dick came up, all out of breath.
"So he has gotten away!" he cried in dismay.
"Yes," answered Sam, "but here is your pocketbook."
"And what of my watch -- the one father gave to me before he left for
Africa?"
"He's got that