CHAPTER XXIII

HOLIDAYS AT THE FARM

Almost before they knew it, the mid-winter holidays were at hand, and

the Rover boys went home to enjoy Christmas and New Year. On their way

they stopped at several stores in Ithaca, where they purchased a number

of Christmas presents. Some of these they mailed at the post-office.

Dick sent a nice book to Dora, and Tom and Sam sent books to Grace and

Nellie. The boys also united in the gift of a stick pin to Mrs. Stanhope

and another to Mrs. Laning, and sent Mr. Laning a necktie. Captain

Putnam was not forgotten, and they likewise remembered George Strong.

The rest of their purchases they took home, for distribution there.

A number of the other students had come as far as Ithaca with them, and

here the crowd had dinner at one of the hotels,--the same place where

Tom had once played his great joke on Josiah Crabtree.

"By the way, who knows anything about Nick Pell?" asked one of the

students, while dining.

"He has been removed to his home in the city," answered George Granbury.

"Is he better?" questioned Dick.

"They say he is better some days, but at other times he is worse. The

poison somehow affected his mind."

"What a terrible thing to happen," murmured the eldest Rover, and then

shuddered to think what might have ensued had the snake bitten him.

"Any news of Tad Sobber?" asked another cadet. He looked at each of the

others, but all shook their heads.

"It's queer where he went to," said Songbird. "Wonder if Captain Putnam

tried to communicate with his folks?"

"He has only an uncle, and the captain couldn't find him," answered

another youth who was present.

As the dinner progressed the boys warmed up, and at the conclusion they

sang several songs. Then the Rovers had to rush for their train and they

caught it just as it was pulling out of the station.

"Hullo!" cried Sam, as he dropped into a seat, and he pointed out of the

car window.

"What's up now?" queried Tom.

"I saw a fellow on the depot platform who looked like Tad Sobber!"

"Are you sure it was Sobber?" demanded Dick.

"No, I am not dead certain--but the fellow looked a good deal like Tad."

"Must have been a mistake," was Tom's comment. "What would he be doing

around Ithaca?"

"Well, he's got to stay somewhere, Tom."

"But he wouldn't stay so close to Cedarville--he'd probably go to some

big city," put in Dick.

As the train rushed on the Rover boys talked the matter over, but could

make nothing out of it.

"I suppose he is in hiding waiting to see if Nick Pell will recover,"

said Dick. "He knows that if Nick doesn't get over his trouble he'll be

liable to prosecution."

At the station at Oak Run the boys found their father awaiting them with

the big family sleigh. All piled in, and over the crisp snow they

started for Valley Brook farm.

"I need not ask how you are feeling," said Anderson Rover. "Every one of

you looks the picture of health."

"I never felt better in my life," declared Dick, and Tom and Sam said

the same.

"Has Uncle Randolph heard anything more of his traction company bonds?"

asked Tom, as they drove along.

"Not a word more," answered his father. "It is a great loss to him."

"Do you suppose the game was tried on anybody else?" asked Sam.

"We have not heard of it."

Arriving at home, the boys were warmly greeted by their uncle and their

aunt and also by the others around the house. Their aunt had a hot

supper awaiting them, and while they ate this the whole subject of the

missing bonds was thoroughly discussed. The boys learned that a private

detective was still on the trail of Merrick and Pike, but so far had

reported nothing of importance.

"I believe those rascals,--or at least Merrick--must belong around Lake

Cayuga," observed Dick. "Otherwise we shouldn't have seen Merrick in

Ithaca and up at the Stanhope place."

"I was very simple to let them get the best of me. The next time I shall

be more careful," said Randolph Rover.

The boys learned from Jack Ness that hunting in the woods back of the

farm was good, and two days before Christmas they went out with the

hired man. They went for rabbits and squirrels, and each took his

shotgun along and a substantial lunch, for they expected to be out the

greater part of the day.

It was clear, cold weather, the sun glistening brightly on the snow.

They journeyed directly for a portion of the woods they knew was a

favorite spot for rabbits, and it was not long before they started up

several.

"There they go!" cried Dick, and took aim. Bang! bang! went his gun, and

the reports of Tom's firearm followed. Three rabbits came down, and a

few minutes later Sam brought another one low.

"Four for a starter are not so bad," remarked Tom, as the game was

placed in their bags. "Even if we don't get any more we won't have to go

home empty-handed."

By noon they had made their way directly through the woods and had

eleven rabbits and three squirrels to their credit. Then Tom suggested

they build a campfire and rest while eating their lunch and this was

done.

"I wish we could bring down a fox or two," said Jack Ness. "They have

been bothering the chickens again lately--carried off two only night

before last."

"Do you know where they hang out?" asked Dick.

"I think they come from over yonder," and the hired man pointed with his

hand to the northward.

"Let us travel in that direction after dinner," suggested Sam. "Even if

we don't spot any foxes we may find as many rabbits and squirrels there

as anywhere else."

The others were willing, and half of the afternoon was spent by the four

hunters in a locality that was new to them. One fox was sighted, and

Jack Ness shot the animal in the hind quarters, and then Sam finished

him by a shot in the side.

"Well, that makes one fox less anyway," said the hired man.

They kept on, and brought down two rabbits and a wild turkey. By this

time they were pretty well tired out, and Tom suggested that they start

for home.

"It's a long tramp," he said, "and by the time we get back I guess we'll

all be ready to rest."

"As for that, I am ready to rest now," said Sam. "Tramping through the

snow is no easy task."

"Especially if a fellow's legs aren't very long," returned Dick, with a

grin.

"Well, mine are as long as they ought to be," came from Sam, promptly.

"They reach to the ground, and yours don't reach any further," and then

there was a general laugh, Jack Ness guffawing loudly.

The hired man said he knew of a short cut to the farm, and they followed

him to something of a path through the woods and then out on a trail

made years before by charcoal burners. Soon they came in sight of a

cabin, from the chimney of which the smoke was curling.

"Who lives here?" asked Dick.

"An old man named Derringham," answered Jack Ness. "He is very old and

somewhat out of his head. He makes his living by selling herbs and barks

for medicine. Years ago, so they say, he was an herb doctor, but he

didn't have a certificate, or something like that, so the authorities

drove him out of business. After that he got queer and took to the

woods."

"Let us go in and see him," said Tom, whose curiosity was aroused. He

walked boldly up to the hut and knocked loudly on the dilapidated door.

"Who is that, Pop?" he heard somebody ask, in a startled voice.

"I don't know, sir," was the answer, in the voice of an old man.

"I don't want to see anybody," went on the first speaker. "Send him

away, whoever he is."

"Go away!" cried the old man. "I don't want anybody around here."

By this time all of the party outside were at the door. Tom's face

showed that he was laboring under sudden surprise.

"Evidently the old man doesn't want visitors," was Dick's comment.

"There is somebody else in there with him," whispered Tom. "From his

voice I should say it was Bill Dangler!"