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Chapter 11. Ted Feels The Flare-Back |
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_ CHAPTER XI. TED FEELS THE FLARE-BACK Ted didn't find the watch, nor did the men searchers get anywhere near a reliable trail of Amos Garwood. As for Dick & Co., they aided in the search for a while, then went home to supper, feeling that they had done their present duty as well as boys might do it. Ted Teall slunk home considerably after dark. Fortunately, as it happened, his parents didn't force him to tell his reason for being late, but Ted sat down to a supper that was cold and all but tasteless. However, Teall could find no fault with his supper. He was so full of misery that he didn't have the slightest idea what the meal was like. "I wonder if I'd better run away from home before I'm arrested?" puzzled Ted, as he secured his hat and stole away from the house. "Br-r-r-r! I don't like the idea of being hauled up in court." It finally occurred to him that, if the officers were on his track, the news would be known up in town. "If I nose about Main Street, but keep myself out of sight, and keep my eyes peeled for trouble," reflected wretched Ted, "I may find out something that will show me how to act." So to Main Street Ted slowly made his way, keeping an alert lookout all the time for trouble in the form of a policeman. At one corner Ted suddenly gasped, feeling his legs give way under him. By a supreme effort of will he mastered his legs in time to dart into a dark doorway. "Huh! But that was a lucky escape for me," Teall gasped, as he came out from the doorway, peering down the street after the retreating form of Hi Martin's father. "I guess he's out looking for me. He'll want his son's gold watch. Crackey! I wonder if folks will think I'm low enough down to steal a fellow's watch?" If Teall was rough, he was none the less honest, and had all of an honest boy's sensitive horror of being thought guilty of theft. "Yet the matter stands just this way," Ted reflected as he moped along. "The watch must have been in the trousers when I snatched 'em up, and the watch wasn't there when I returned the trousers. What will folks naturally think? Oh, I wonder if there ever was as unlucky a fellow in the world before?" A great lump formed in Ted's throat as he puzzled over this problem. "Hello, Teall!" called a hearty voice. "Was Hi much obliged when you gave him back his duds this afternoon?" Dick Prescott was the speaker, and with him were his five chums. "Nothing like it," muttered Ted, turning as the boys came up. "Say, something awful happened to-day, and I'm in a peck of trouble!" "Tell us about it," urged Tom Reade. Ted started to tell them, mournfully. "I don't believe a word of that, Ted," Dick broke in energetically. "I'm telling you just as it happened," Teall protested. "Oh, I guess you are, all right. But I don't believe Hi had his watch with him. If he had had it, he would have worn a chain or a fob, and I didn't see any, did you, fellows?" "If I thought he had fooled me-----" muttered Ted vengefully. Then, with a change of feeling, he continued: "But I don't believe he was fooling me. Hi was too mad, and he looked as though he'd like nothing better than to see me get into big trouble over it." "You went all over the ground where you'd been?" Dick asked. "Must have gone over it seventeen times," Ted declared positively. "I didn't quit looking until it was so dark that my eyes ached with the strain. But not one sight did I catch of the watch." "Don't worry any more about it, Teall," urged Dave Darrin. "Like Dick, I don't believe, for an instant, that Hi had his watch with him." "Here comes Hi now, out of the ice cream place," whispered Greg. Young Martin certainly didn't look much worried as he gained the street. For a few seconds he looked about him. He saw Dick & Co. and scowled. Then he caught sight of Ted, despite the latter's trying to shrink behind Reade. "See here, Teall, did you find my watch?" demanded Hi, stepping over to the group. His manner was aggressive, even threatening. "N-n-no," stammered Ted. "Then I don't believe you looked for it," insisted Hi. "Didn't I, though? Until after dark," Ted rejoined. "Then why didn't you find it?" "Because I didn't happen to see it---that was the only reason," Teall retorted. "There may have been another reason," observed Hi Martin dryly. "Do you mean to say that I tried to steal it?" flared Ted, now ready to fight. "How do I know?" Hi asked. "If I thought you meant that-----" "Well?" asked Hi Martin, gazing coolly into the flashing eyes. "You know better!" choked Teall. "Of course you know better, Hi Martin," Dick broke in. "Ted Teall isn't any more of a thief than you are." "You fellows have no share in this matter," Hi retorted coldly. "I'll thank you to keep out, and to mind your own business." A little way down the street Hi caught sight of his father approaching. He turned to Ted to inquire: "You say that you looked faithfully for my watch until dark?" "Yes; I did," Ted shot back at him. "And you didn't find the watch?" "No, sirree; I didn't." "Oh, well, then," drawled Hi, "I guess---" Grinning broadly, he thrust a hand in under his clothing, drawing out his gold watch. "I guess," Hi continued, "that it's time now to quit looking. It's quarter of nine. Good night!" At sight of that watch Ted Teall's eyes bulged. Then the nature of the outrage dawned on him. In a moment all his pent-up emotions took the form of intense indignation. "You mean fellow!" hissed Ted, his fists clenching. "You-----" "Teall, when you play jokes," warned Martin coolly, "you always want to be sure to look out for the flare-back. Don't forget that. Good evening, father!" Hi slipped off by the side of his parent just in time for Ted to slow down and realize that he couldn't very well thrash Hi with the elder Martin looking on. Tom and Greg began to laugh. "Oh, cheer up, Ted," Dick smiled. "All's well that ends well, you know." "But this matter isn't ended yet," cried Ted Teall excitedly, shaking his fist at Hi Martin's receding back. "It isn't ended---no, sir!---not by a long shot!" _ |
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