Young Auctioneers Part 26
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"Humph!" muttered Isaac Marvelling, not particularly pleased over the turn affairs seemed to be taking. "He may be guilty and he may not be.
I rather think you had better hold this young fellow for awhile yet."
"Just as you say."
"You may hold me if you wish," put in the young auctioneer. "But if you want to get all of your stuff back you had better follow up this Yedley."
"I'll do that," returned the constable. "I have an idea I can find out where he has gone to. He has several old hang-outs here, and most likely he'll be at one or another of them."
"Are any of the places close at hand?"
"He used to put up at a shanty back here in the woods," was the slow reply. "It is possible he has struck for that place--or else for Bill Voegler's barn."
"Supposing we three make for the shanty without delay?"
The matter was talked over, and finally Isaac Marvelling, urged on solely by the desire to recover his goods and not to clear Matt, consented to accompany the others to the place the constable had named.
It was a dark and lonely road the trio had to travel. But Jackson knew the way well, and to avoid suspicion, put out the light. He cautioned them not to make any noise, and so, as silently as Indians, they filed along, Jackson first and Marvelling last, with the young auctioneer between them.
Ten minutes' walking brought them to the edge of a bit of woodland, surrounded on three sides by corn-fields. Here Jackson called a halt.
"The shanty is not two hundred feet from here. Keep quiet while I go on and investigate," he whispered.
The constable glided out of sight, and five minutes of silent suspense followed.
"It ain't likely he'll find anything," grumbled Isaac Marvelling.
"This ain't anything but a wild goose chase."
"Wait," returned Matt. "He must go slow, or he may----"
The young auctioneer broke off short, for at that instant several loud exclamations reached their ears.
"Surrender, Yedley!" they heard Jackson cry. "Surrender, in the name of the law!"
"Who told ye to come here?" yelled the voice of an old man. "Git out an' leave me alone."
"I arrest you, Yedley, for stealing-- Hullo! he's gone! Stop him! stop him!"
There was the banging of a shanty door, and then a cras.h.i.+ng in the bushes. Footsteps came close to where Matt and Marvelling stood.
"He's coming this way!" cried the young auctioneer. "Let us stop him!"
"You stop him!" stammered the store-keeper. "He is--is a very ugly man to deal with."
And as the old fellow in question appeared in sight, the store-keeper dropped down behind the rail fence, leaving Matt to face Joe Yedley alone.
This the young auctioneer did without hesitation.
"Stop where you are!" he cried out, and as Yedley attempted to leap the fence, he caught the fellow by the leg and dragged him to the ground.
"Let go of me!" howled the man savagely. "Let go, boy, or it will be the worse for you!"
"Don't you attempt to rise, or I'll knock you down," was Matt's undaunted reply. "Just you remain where you are until Mr. Jackson gets back."
But Yedley would not remain still, and as a consequence, a fierce struggle ensued. Matt called to Isaac Marvelling to come to his a.s.sistance, but the store-keeper was too afraid to do so, and only screamed for Jackson to come and secure the thief.
Yedley, although well along in years, was very strong and active, and Matt gradually found himself being overpowered. But he held on until Jackson arrived, and then the man was quickly subdued by the sight of the constable's pistol.
"Now, Yedley, you had better tell us what you have done with the stolen goods," said Jackson, after he and the others had somewhat regained their breath.
"Yes! yes! hand over my goods!" put in Isaac Marvelling eagerly.
"Ain't got no goods--didn't steal nuthin'!" growled the old man.
"We know better," said Jackson. "We'll search the shanty."
This was done, and in one corner, under some loose flooring, was found a large bundle done up in several newspapers. When this was opened there came to light many knives, forks and spoons, as well as a quant.i.ty of cheap jewelry, such as watch chains, rings and trinkets.
The entire collection was not worth over fifteen dollars, although Isaac Marvelling stuck to it that the articles had cost him forty-five dollars cash.
After the store-keeper had made certain that all of his goods, with the exception of several cheap spoons, which must have slipped out of the bundle on the way, were safe, all hands made their way back to the village. Yedley begged to be allowed to go, but the constable was firm, and the man was eventually locked up, and later on sent to jail for one year.
Isaac Marvelling was too mean a man to recognize the service Matt had done him, or to apologize for the false charges he had made against the young auctioneer. As soon as he could he got out of Matt's way, and that was about the last the boy saw of him.
But Jackson, the constable, did not hesitate to tell the whole story, and, as a consequence, the people of the village thought less of the mean store-keeper than ever. His trade dropped down daily, until he was at last forced to give up his store and go back to the farm from which he had originally come.
On the following morning Matt and his partner set off bright and early for Phillipsburg. Andy had heard the particulars of Matt's adventures, and he sincerely trusted that neither would have anything further to do with thieves, little dreaming of what fate had in store for them in the near future.
They had done very well in High Bridge, and so took their time to reach the pretty manufacturing town which lies on the east bank of the Delaware. The road was a good one, and on the way they stopped at a farmhouse, where Andy treated the firm, as he termed it, to apple pie and fresh milk. He was going to pay for these articles in cash, but the farmer's wife wished a hat-pin, and gladly took one out of their stock instead.
When they arrived in Phillipsburg they found that their new goods from New York had not yet arrived, but were told that the cases would probably come in on the afternoon freight. After this they started to find a vacant store. Strange to say, there was none to be had which would suit their purpose. There were several large places vacant, but all of them were on side streets, and these they declined to hire.
"We'll have to sell direct from the wagon," said Andy. "Perhaps we'll do just as well."
They found a good corner, and after paying a license fee and getting a square meal, opened up for business. Hardly anything was done during the afternoon, but toward evening trade picked up, and when they finally dismissed the crowd they found they had taken in seventeen dollars.
"And that's pretty good, considering that we are out of many of our best sellers," was Andy's comment. "We must go around to the freight house the first thing in the morning and stock up again."
"I see by the posters that there is to be a big firemen's parade in Easton day after to-morrow," said Matt. "Would it not be a good idea to locate there just before it comes off?"
"Excellent. Day after to-morrow, you say?"
"Yes; the posters are everywhere."
"Then instead of remaining here we had better cross the river as soon as we have our cases of goods. If we can only get a store in a good location we may do better than we did on circus day in those other places."
"That's true, Andy, for I saw by the bills that the railroads are going to run special excursions on account of the big parade, so there will be many strangers with money in the city."
As soon as the freight depot was open the next morning the two drove to the place, and Andy entered the office and called for the cases, three in number.
Young Auctioneers Part 26
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