The Rover Boys on the Farm | Page 8

Tom, and ran down
the path several hundred feet. Then he tripped over a fallen log and
went headlong in the bushes and wet grass. He got up looking tired out
and cross.
"We've missed him," announced Dick, rather dismally. "It's a pity, too.
He deserves to be put under arrest."
"I think we had better get home and warn Uncle Randolph," returned
Sam. "If we don't there is no telling what that fellow Merrick and that
Pike may do."
CHAPTER IV
AT THE FARM
The others considered Sam's advice good, and after another look
around for Dangler, they turned in the direction of home. They were a
good three miles from the farm and had to cross the river above the
falls, thus adding half a mile more to the journey. It was wet and
muddy walking and they had not covered over a mile when Tom called
a halt.
"I am about fagged out," he announced. "Wonder if we can't hire a
buggy at the next farmhouse."

"We can try anyway," answered Dick.
Directly after crossing the river they came to a small farmhouse, and
walked around to the kitchen, where they saw an old woman shelling
peas.
"We can't let you have any carriage," she said. "The men folks are to
town and they've got the horses."
The boys were about to turn away when Dick thought of something.
"By the way, do you know a man named Dangler?" he asked.
"Sure, I do," was the answer.
"Does he live around here?"
"I guess he lives where he pleases. He is an old bachelor and comes and
goes as he likes. He used to have a cottage down the pike, but it burnt
down last winter."
"Then you haven't any idea where he is stopping now?"
"No."
"Do you know a man named Merrick and another man named Pike?"
went on the eldest Rover boy.
At this the old woman shook her head.
"Never heard tell of them," she said.
"Has this Dangler any relatives around here?" asked Tom.
"None that I know of."
"Do you know what kind of man he is?" asked Sam.
"I never talk about my neighbors," answered the old woman, and drew

up her thin lips and went on shelling peas.
Feeling it would be useless to ask any more questions, the three boys
journeyed wearily on to the next farmhouse. This belonged to a fat
German named Gus Schmidt, who knew the Rovers fairly well.
"Yah, I let you haf a carriage alretty," said Gus Schmidt. "Put you must
pring him back to-morrow, hey?"
"We will," answered Dick.
"I vos hear some putty goot stories apout you Rofer poys," went on Mr.
Schmidt, while he was hooking up his horse. "You vos on der
Mississippi Rifer, hey?"
"We were," answered Sam.
"Und you vos go owid on der blains und catch some counterfeiters,
hey?"
"Yes, we had something to do with it," came from Tom.
"Und den you vos go py der Gulluf of Mexico alretty und find a
steampoat vos has nopotty got on it," pursued Gus Schmidt. "Ach, it
vos vonderful vot vos habben to somepody, ain't it?"
"Didn't you ever have anything happen to you, Mr. Schmidt?" asked
Sam.
"Only vonce, und dot vos enough. I peen in New York, und der poys
call me names. Den I run after dem, und da vos go py a cellar full of
vater. I vos run on a poard, und der poys turn dot poard----"
"And you fell into the water," finished Tom.
"Not much! I chumped back to der sidevalk," answered Gus Schmidt,
and then laughed heartily at his little joke.
The three Rover boys were soon in the carriage and on the way to the

farm. The horse that had been loaned to them was a speedy animal and
they made good time despite the muddiness of the road. The brief
storm had been a severe one, and in one spot the roadbed was
considerably washed out.
The boys took the carriage around to the barn and left it in charge of
Jack Ness, the man of all work. Then they hurried to the house.
"Oh, boys, I am so glad that you are back!" exclaimed Mrs. Rover, on
seeing them. "I suppose you are wet through. Better dry your clothing
at once, or change them, and I'll get you some hot tea to drink."
"We are all right, Aunt Martha," answered Dick. "We were under
shelter during the worst of the storm. Is Uncle Randolph around?"
"No, he went to Carwell on business. I am worried about him, for I am
afraid he got caught in the storm, for he drove over."
"What did he go for?" questioned Tom, quickly.
"Oh, it was a private matter."
"About some traction company