WHAT THE GAME OF HARE AND HOUND LED TO
"What a glorious view!"
It was Sam who uttered the words. The top of the mountain had
been reached at last, and the boys were feasting their eyes on the
grand panorama spread on all sides.
"How beautiful the lake looks!" said Fred.
"And how far one can see!"
"It's a pity we didn't bring a pair of glasses with us, Fred.
But, say, I'm hungry."
"So am I. Let us eat that lunch at once and then start on the
Each had brought a sandwich along, and these were soon consumed
and washed down with a drink of cold water from a spring not far
away. Then on they went, over the top of the mountain, and along
a path which they thought would bring them around its western
base. It was now four o'clock, leaving them two hours in which to
get back to Putnam Hall.
About a third of the distance down the mountain side had been
covered, and Sam was slightly in advance, when suddenly he uttered
a cry of alarm.
"Look out, Fred!"
"What is it?"
"Over yonder! And he is coming for us!"
Sam was right; it was a snake--an angry looking reptile all of
six feet long, and as thick as Sam's wrist. It hissed savagely as
it advanced, first upon Sam and then upon Fred.
If there was one thing which could fill Fred Garrison full of
terror it was a snake, and the yell he gave would have outmatched
that of an Indian on the warpath.
"Save me!" he screamed. "Don't let him touch me!"
"Jump back!" cried Sam, and leaped himself. Then, seeing a tall
rock handy, he sprang upon it, and here Fred joined him.
Now, it happened that the snake had its home under the rock, and
the movement of the lads made it more angry than ever. With a
fierce hiss it came for the rock and disappeared underneath, out
of the range of their vision.
"It's gone under the rock!" panted Fred. He was so agitated he
could scarcely speak.
"I know it," returned Sam. "I wonder if it means to crawl up
"Oh, don't say that, Sam. I--I--can't we hit it with
"I haven't a thing but the bag of paper."
"Neither have I. Oh, what shall we do?"
"Perhaps, we had better stay here until the others come up."
"Do you think the snake will keep quiet that long?"
"I'm sure I don't know."
Very much disturbed, the two boys peered over the edge of the
rock. They were not versed in the different species of reptiles,
and knew not but that the one at hand might be poisonous.
"I see his tail!" cried Fred with a shiver.
"He is moving around as if getting ready to come out."
"I wonder if I can grab him by the tail?" mused Sam.
"Grab him? Oh Sam!"
"I've heard you can catch them by the tail, snap them, and make
their heads fly right off."
"Gracious, I wouldn't attempt it!"
While Fred was speaking the tail of the snake came up on the side
of the rock. Setting his teeth, Sam bent down and made a reach
for the slippery thing, and caught it tight.
With a hiss the snake raised its head, its diamond-like eyes
shining like twin stars.
"You'll be poisoned!" shrieked Fred, when whack! Sam gave the
body of the reptile a swing and brought the head down with great
force on the edge of the rock.
One blow was enough, for the snake was indeed dead. Then Sam threw
the body into the bushes, there to quiver and twist for several
hours to come, although life was extinct.
Fred was as white as a sheet as he leaped to the ground. "I
couldn't have done that for a million dollars!" he declared.
"What a splendid nerve you have, Sam."
"My father told me how to catch a snake in that way," exclaimed
Sam. "But hurry, or the hounds will overtake us. I can hear them
"Your father must have been equally brave, then," answered Fred,
as they started off on, a run. "By the way, have you heard
anything of him yet?"
"Not a word, Fred."
"Don't it make you feel bad at times?"
"Does it, Fred! Why, some nights I can't go to sleep for thinking
of where he may be--dead in the heart of Africa, or perhaps a
captive of some sort."
"Have they ever hunted for him?"
"Several have gone out, but no traces are to be had. Dick, Tom,
and I are in to hunt for him, though, as soon as our Uncle
Randolph will permit it."
"That's an idea. But you may have to go right into the jungles
"I don't care if we have to go to the top of the North Pole, if
only we find him," answered Sam with quiet determination.
Inside of half an hour the bottom of the mountain was gained, and
then they struck out along a road which presently took them within
sight of the Stanhope homestead.
"I wonder if we have time to call on Dora?" mused Fred. "It would
be a scheme to leave our paper trail right through their garden."
"Glorious!" burst from Sam, caught by the idea. "I am certain
Dora Stanhope will appreciate the sport."
It did not take them long to reach the garden around the
farmhouse; and, running up the path, they ascended a side porch.
As they did so two forms appeared around the house. One was Mrs.
Stanhope, wearing a shawl over her shoulders and a bonnet on her
head, and the second was Josiah Crabtree!
"Old Crabtree!" murmured Sam, and then of a sudden he pulled Fred
out of sight behind some lattice-work inclosing one end of the
"We must hurry, my dear, or we may be too late," Josiah Crabtree
was saying; and now the boys noted that he was conducting the lady
toward a carriage standing by the horse block.
"I--I--had we not better wait until next week, Josiah?"
questioned Mrs. Stanhope timidly. She was a pale, delicate woman
of forty, of a shrinking nature, easily led by others.
"No, my dear, there is no use in waiting."
"You must not mind what your daughter says, my dear. When we are
married she will easily become reconciled to the change, mark my
"Gracious, old Crabtree is going to marry her!" whispered Sam.
"She wants me to wait," continued the lady.
"And you ought to wait, mother," came in Dora's voice; and now she
too came into sight, but without a hat or wraps.
"Mr. Crabtree wishes very much to have the ceremony performed this
afternoon, Dora dear."
"If he wants to marry you, why can't he do it openly--at home or
in our church?"
"He is averse to any display."
"It seems to me it is a very sneaking way to do," answered Dora
coldly. "When you and papa were married the wedding was well
attended, so I have been told."
"Your father and myself are different persons, Miss Dora,"
interrupted Josiah Crabtree stiffly. "I prefer a quiet wedding,
and no time is better than the present. I shall at once resign my
position at Putnam Hall and come to live here."
Dora Stanhope's lip curled in scorn. She saw through Josiah
Crabtree's motives, even though her mother did not.
"If you wish to marry my mother, why do you not make preparations
to support her?" she said.
"Dora!" cried Mrs. Stanhope pleadingly.
"I mean what I say, mother. He intends to marry you and then make
you support him, out of the proceeds of this farm."
"You are entirely mistaken," interrupted Josiah Crabtree.
"Perhaps you do not know that I am worth, in bank stocks and in
bonds, between twenty and thirty thousand dollars."
"I would like to see the stocks and bonds," said the girl.
"So would I," whispered Fred to Sam. "I'll wager he isn't worth a
thousand dollars all told although they say he is a good deal of a
"Dora, do not insult Mr. Crabtree. If you wish to come along and
see the ceremony performed, put on your things...."
"I do not wish to go."
"Very well, then; you had best return to the house."
"It is a shame!" cried the girl, and burst into tears.
"We will be back by seven o'clock," said Josiah Crabtree, and led
the widow down the garden path to where the carriage was standing.
"I wish I could stop this wedding," whispered Sam to his chum.
"I am with you on that," returned Fred.
"Creation, here come the hounds! Just the thing!"
He looked at Sam, and his chum, instantly understood. Leaving the
porch at a bound, they ran across the garden.
"Hurrah! we have you!" yelled Larry Colby, as he rushed up,
followed by Tom, Dick, and a dozen of the other big cadets.
"Quick, this way!" cried Sam. "Do you see that carriage?"
"Of course we do," answered Tom.
"It contains Mrs. Stanhope and old Crabtree. They are going to
drive off and get married against Dora Stanhope's wishes."
"Phew!" came in a low whistle from the eldest of the Rover Boys.
"We ought to stop this affair," went on Fred.
"Old Crabby is going to get married!" came in a shout. "Come on,
let us go along!"
And pell-mell went the boys after the carriage, which had just
turned from the horse-block with the teacher and Mrs. Stanhope