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'Up an'witnhiml" squalled dap Grange, liis men to pick up Tom inthewefgnt:. ed 'When the .sack rots the fish'll get hiri!,!" Tom didn't whimper, but demancl e d, co. olly; "Is .it worth while to a last word of"


WIDE AWAKE EKLY A CO]fl'PLETE ST01lY EVERY WEEK. Iuved Weekl11-B11 Subaoripfi01' ,2.50 per 11ear. Entered accor1Hn q t o .A.ct of Co1101eaa, in the 11ear 19011, in t he o"" or f11e Ubrarlan o f O onqreu, Washington, D. c., b11 Fran'k Touse11, Publuh er, 24 Union Squ a re, New, Y ori!. No. 30. NEW YORK, NOVEMBER 9, 1906. PRICE 5 CENTS. The Easiesf Evett OR, H O W TOM FILLED A MONEY BARREL By CAPTAIN HA WTHORN, U .S. N. CHAPTER I. TOM "When you say any one can be rich if he want.s to, that's all rot," grumbled Bill Simmons "He can, if he really want.s to," declared Tom Rad cliffe, stoutly. "Well, my pop is a poor :riian, but he has always wanted to be rich," cited Bill, triumphantly. "He didn t -w;ant it hard enough," claimed Tom. "Then I don t know what you mean by wanting a thing hard enough," challeng e d Bill. "Neither does your father," laughed Tom, lightly. "Oh, now, see here, smarty," defied Simmons, "if you know all about getting rich, tell us just how it's done." "Sure," agreed Tom. "But telling you won't make you rich." "Nor you, either." Ted Denton, Tom's chum, was the third boy on this morning bicycle trip. Ted had list e ned, so far, without advancing any opinion of his own. But now Tom turned to him s aying: "Ted, you must have some idea on this subject of get-ting rich." "Of course I have." "Then let's have it." "Getting rich ain't worth the trouble," Ted declared solemnly. "Huh!" grunted Bill. "Ain't it, though?" "No, it isn't," Ted insisted "It is just as Tom says. Any one can get rich who really wants to ._ "Then why ain't it worth the trouble?" demanded Bill. "Because one who means to make himself rich must up every other idea in life. He must think of money, money, money, all day long, and every time in the night that he wakes up. He must give up pleasure, because that would take his thoughts off the game of getting money. He must just live for money and nothing else." "Well," insisted Bill Simmons, "why isn't it worth while to get money even in that way?" ''Because," returned Ted, who was a good deal of a phi l osopher, "a fellow is a creature of habit. You let him give every one of his thoughts for years to the making and piling up of money and lel him make his fortune at thegame. By that time it has become a habit with him to think of nothing but making money. Any pleasure means merely a way of getting rid of money, not of mak: ing it. Take any fellow who has grubbed all his life until he has got a fortune together, and what then? In every case that fellow is so wedded to making money that he doesn't know how to get the enjoyment out of it that other fo l ks do "There's a good deal of truth in that," agreed Simmom. "The only way a fellow can get rich nowadays is by mean, and grubbing, and grabbing, and cheating your neighbors out of every dollar you can. Take old Josh Darby, for intance."


THE EASIEST E VER. I "Yes," nodclecl Ted. ".He was a poor man, and now he's worth a quarter of a million. But he has spen t his whole life at the game of getting money. It's a habit with him now, and he don't want to brealr off, and wouldn't lmow how to take pleasure. Any poor man in town has a better time. And old Darby will leave his pile to ihat worthless dude son, Fred, who'll blow in the whole pile inside of five years." "So you see," uttered Bill, turning to Tom Radcliffe, "you can't hope to be rich unless you're ready to be mean all the time and never have any fun." i, I've been listening to the two of you," smiled Torn. "You've beth of you got it partly right, and you're both partly wrong." "You think a fellow can get rich and get pleasure out of life as he goes along?" Ted questioned. "Yes, if he makes his money quick, in big piles." "Oh!" uttered Ted, doubtfully. "o. nly the stupid man puts his fortune together dollar by dollar, Tom went on earnestly. "He does it that way because he doesn't lmow any better. No"'.' I'm going to be rich in a few years, ancl I'm going to fill a barrel with it, and quit btfore I've lost the trick of having fun." "Big words," sneered Bill. "Wait I" advised Tom, coolly. "Wait and see if I don't have a pile soon after I'm twenty-on e ." "You've almost four years to wait," laughed Ted, teas ingly. "That's so," Tom admitted, more soberly. "I may have to get my pile before then. For I want a barrel of money, and I want it so badly that I mean to get it." "Ho! ho! ho!" laughed Bill, gruffly But Ted Denton, looking at the fine, handsome, serious face of his chum, murmured to himself: wouldn't be suc h a wonder, after all, if Tom was rich in three or four more. He's after money just now. Now, I never knew Tom to miss anything e lse he went after. I'm betting be gets the money barrel, and gets it quick!" It was one of the perfect mornings that are so commo n in the latter part of June. School had closed but a few daya before. 'l'ed was going to keep on until he had gone through the high school. :j3ill, who preferred work, was already looking for a job. Tom wanted to go at least another yea. r to the high school, but it was doubtful whether the family funds would permit. Tom's family consisted of his niother, his baby sister, Elsie, aged four, and him self. Tom's father, who had died nearly four years ago, at the age of thirty-five, had been one of those quick money-get ters, who had retired at the age of thirty with a hundred tho11sand dollars, which he and his young wife had agreed was a.U they would ever need. The Radcliffes had owned a very pretty home in this sea shore village of Greenport. But Mrs. Radcliffe, when left a wi

THE EASIEST EVER. 3 Tom, in passing the entrance to the Crane estate early that morning, had noticed something to which few others would have paid attention. Two surveyors, attended by two. chain-men, had l eft the entrance, after Mr. Crane had said, in smi ling warning: "Gentlemen, I sha U expect you to return by four o'clock. Remember, the summer -house. And bring aU the data." "You know us well enough, Mr. Crane, to know that you can depend upon us," replied one of the surveyors. That much had set Tom to thinking. Almost instinctively he had turned doWn. roads from which he could watch the progreas of the surveyors and their men, and the wagon in which they carried most of their surveying outfit. It was while so watching these surveyors that Tom had fallen in with Ted Denton and Bill Simmons. For 1'.vo hours curious Tom had kept these surveyors in sight. Even now, with his friends, he managed to keep the route of their ride close to the shore. "Those surveyor chaps are working from farm to farm along the bay shore," Tom murmured. "They don't go inland at all. I wonder if the farmers are as curious as I am?" For one thing, our hero had already dis covered that whe1iever the surveyors reached a farmhouse they stopped, either to explain or to ask permiss'ion to cross the land. Now, the three youngsters had just reached the top of Higgins' Hill, an elevated bit of land that looked down upori the bay and across to the broad pcean beyond. On this hill were the home and outbuildings of Silas Higgins, a none too wep-to-do farmer . It was not a very productive farm that Higgins oper ated, yet it needed fertilizer and "elbow -gre ase" more than it needed anything else. The surveyors by this time were down in the hollow be low, but working up toward Higgins' place. Silas himself sat out by the well, smoking and enjoying the sun. That was what he was really there for, though, by way of pretense, the sniftless farmer a harness across his lap that he seemed to be mending. "Fellows," announced Tom, suddenly, "I'm a bit tired and mighty thirsty. I'm going in and ask Sile for a drink of his well water. Then, if he has no objections, I guess I'U lie under that apple tree for a few minutes and get my ginger back." "Whew!" laughed Ted. "It's something new for you, Tom, to be talking ?f being tired out. I can't remembet ever to have heard you admit as much before." "Oh, just call it lazy, then, if you like," smiled Tom. "But it looks tempting under that old apple tree by the well." So in at the gate they rode, and good-natured old Sile, looking up, nodded. "How'dy, boys? Fine day we're having." "We want to make it finer, Mr. Higgins, by having a drink of that fine well water." "Sure, boys! Help yourselves." Which all three proceeded to do; and then Silas, glad that hospitality gave him an excuse for dropping even the very easy work that he was doing, laid the harness on the ground, refilled his pipe, and got ready to "Tom's been telling us something interesting," grimaced Bill, as he threw himself down on the cool grass. "He tells us that any one who wants can be rich and can gather in the money in bunches." "I must 'a' lost the receipt, then," sighed Silas. "I have all I can do making money enough to keep up with the tax collector." "Tbm says any fool can do it," Bill persisted. "Oh," exclaimed Silas, his face lighting up. "That ex plains why I'm not rich. I'm no fool. But, seriously, boys, the day has gone by when a feller can make money un less he has a lot to sta .rt with. That's the trouble. as has, gits. Them as hasn't can't even git no kind of a hold, noho w.'' . "Oh, capital ain't always needed at the. start," argued Tom. "Every day, somewhere, some fellow gets a who had nothing but a shoestring to start on." "A shoestring?" sniffed Bill. "A shoestring," explained Tom, "is another name for 'shadow capital.' When a. fellow has just enough money to put on a bare front, without any capital to back the bluff up, they say he's training on a shoestring." "And you really believe a. fellow c?n win out on a string capital?" demanded Bill, unbelievingly. "'Vhy, fellows do it every day." "And you'll do it?" persisted Simmons. "Yes, sir! I ought to do it as well as any one else." "Shoestring Tom!" chuckled Bill. "Oh, wait and see, Simmons,'' brokE( in Ted Denton, quietly. "We don't know everything. For my part, 'I be lieve Tom can make a on a. shoestr ing if he sets out to. He does everything else that he makes up his mind to." "Can't make money fast without a. lot o' money to back ye, nohow," insisted Silas Higgins. He looked at the harness, as if afraid he would have to pick it up again and resume the pretense of work. But just at this moment wheels sounded by the gate. The surveyor's party had arrived. There were four men in the wagon, the two surveyors on the front seat and their two chain-men on the back seat. They up close to the well before they stopped the horse. "Good morning, sir," hailed the driver. "You the owner here?" "Reckon I be, until next taxes fall due," grinned Silas. "We're going over the State survey lines . Thought we'.d drop in to let you know, so you wouldn't be surprised at seeing us tramp over your land." "Stafo be you?" asked Silas, with interest. "Yes; going over the old State survey lines."


4 THE EASIES'r EV ER. "It's all right," nodded Silas, grinning, "as long as I ""'e ll, old chap ?" you don't change the lines so as to do me out of my farm." "Get Bill away somehow! Clear out him!" "Oh, I guess we won't do that," laughed the surveyor Ted was much too used to his chum to be offended. who had done the talking. "May we hitch the horse here?" "Got something you want to do, eh?" he whispered 'I'om was watching them through half closed eyes. "Yes; I've just remembered it," Tom half lied "Get "Certainly." Bill away somehow." In two minutes more the surveyors had tramped away. "All right," clicked Ted "Shall we go back to town?" "Now, why do these men have to lie, and say they re "Yes, yes." State surveyors, when they're doing some sort of a job for "Bill," remarked Ted, casually, as the other boy cam& Digby Crane?" Tnm asked himself, suspiciously. "There's up, "you and I'll staJ.'t along now. Tom'll overtalce us as always some queer game up when men have to lie about soon as he looks his wheel over what they 're doing That's a good truth to tie to. What' s Bill grunted and mounted, Ted riding away in his wak e their game? What's Digby Crane's game, for that matter? As soon as he had seen them started, Tom mounted and Digby Crane owns an estate at the south end of the bay. rode up over the hill in the opposite direction. These men are just surveying right around the bay What He did not go far, however, only to a clump of does it mean?" behind which he was able to trundle his wheel. From there Tom's brain was moving fast. he watched, unobserved, the surveyors on the farm below To his knowledge, these surveyors had already surveyed, "Yes, sir!" throbbed the boy. what they're dothat morning, across the farms of seven out of the eleven ing-just surveying straight on around the bay. And that men who owned all of the bay front except the Crane confounded lie about State surveyors. Then they'll go estate. back to that meeting in the summer-house on Crane's place "Crane has half a dozen men visiting him now. Folks at four o'clock this afternoon. I wonder why I couldn't. Ray they're all club friends of Crane, up in the city. Men get in, close to that summer-house, and l eai n what's up?" who c an belong to the same club that Crane does must be For a few moments Tom pondered over this new idea. rich. Are they interested in this survey? Gracious!" It seemed daring, almo s t impossible at first. 'T'he idea struck Tom Radcliffe so quickly that it stung; But the longer he thought about it the more likely it him. seemed that he could do such a thing. 0He bounded up from the ground, leaping up into the "By crackey !" he cried at la s t. will be there! I'll air, forgetful of the others around him. 'find out. And if there's anything in it I'll make my pile. "What's the matter, Tom?" demanded Bill Simmons, in By thunder, I'll be just what Bill called me-'Sb.oestring amazement "Hornets?" Tom!' Tom, recalled to himself, rubbed one of his legs vigor ously. "I don't know what it was," he replied. That set Bill to exploring, with great interest, the ground where our hero had been lying. But Tom in the meantime was thinking with a thrilling throb of discovery: "Great Scott! The boom is about to str ike Greenport! Digby Crane's friends ate planning to buy up the whole bay frontage and convert it into swell estates like Crane's place." Torn fairly tingled with this discovery For a discovery it was, he was s ure. "What good does it do me, though, to know it?" he -asked himself, more soberly, a moment later, as he walked away from his companions. "If I had the capital I might buy in here on the bay, but I haven t got the capital. It looks as if Sile was right, that it takes money to get money. A s hoestring? But I liaven't even got the shoeshing !" That didn't stop his mind running riot, though. "I've got to and think. There must be a way," he muttered, going toward his wheel. "Where now?" asked Ted, following him Bill, too, was rising, for Tom was a lways the leader among the boys. "Ted!" whispered our her o desperate ly. CHAPTER II. THE DREAM GROWS. "Why, Tom, my boy, what ails you?" Mrs. Radcliffe put that question as Tom stared at his noonda y menl instead of eating it. "Nothing mother he replied corning back to himself, and picking up knife and fork. "Don't you like your dinner?" hi s mother asked anx iousl y "Why, yes, mother !" he tried to answer hearlily, but hi s mind gett ing away again. "It was really the best I could afford, T .orn, dear,'' his mother went on, with a littl e break in her voice. "\Vhy, mother, it's fit for a-shoestring!" he blurted 011t, his mind between two points. "What's that?" g a s ped his mother . "Why I-oh, confound it! My mind is between two subjects." "Oh, there's something on your mind, is there?" asked his mother, smiling a little. "I thought you didn't like your dinner." "Why, the dinner's good enough or a king. A king would be lucky to have as good a dinner Wouldn't he Elsie ?"-turning to his baby sister "I there was pudding," replied the tot.


THE EASIEST EVER. 6 "Oh, there'll be pudding soon!" cried Tom, gaily. "I'm the village were too gallant to try to get it away from the going to earn it for you, Elsie." widow of the former postmaster. "Cab'net pudding?" she asked hopefully. As the salary was but five hundred a year, Millie was not "Oh, all kinds, little one." rich by any means. "What's on your mind, Tom?" asked Mrs. Radcliffe, as yet she and her mother managed, by small economies, her son began. to eat, forcing himself to show a relish for to get along very decently. the very plain food. Millie had the knack of looking always at her best, and "Oh, I wish I could tell you, mother," he evaded "But it was a very good best, too, for she was .the prettiest, there's so many things-at least, they're so confused, as sweetest, best -appearing girl in Greenport. yet." Tom, in a sile:t way, worshipped every light-brown hair ''Don't think too seriously, Tom, about making money." in her head. "Why, I've got to, mother I He knew every one of the ights and moods that ap "Vi.Te ... can !let along a little while yet, witli care, if you peared in her deep-blue eyes. don't mind plain food,"'his mother urged. More than once he had managed, s lyly, too, to kiss those "Get along with plain food? Why, I love it!" small, pouting lips. Which was a lie, pme and simple, for Tom was fond of 'l'hat was their own affair, on the happy nights when all 1the good things of the table. He could remember the Tom had secured the privilege of escorting her home from days when he had had th e m, too. young peoples' parties. As soon as be had finished hi s m e al, and had helped his :Millie was sixteen mother a bit, Tom sneaked outdoor s around t o the front At that age a very pretty girl is sure to attract more than door, and so up to his room one sweetheart He wanted to b e alone and think a bit. One who had tried to force his attentions upon her .was "A shoestring!" Fred Darby, the sole and rather worthless son of old Josh The words kept dancing t.lirough his bTain. Darby "Even if there comes a chance to use a s hoestring, where Fred had met the gi rl in this little can I get it?" he wondered, wretchedly. 'l"here were no h o uses very near the point where the two One thought caine to him that ca.used his face to burn an instant later. had met. "Mother has a couple of hundred in bank yet. But, Fred, stopping the girl, hacl tried without success to mmder I couldn't take her little all to blow on a crazy make her agree to keep company with him. scheme. A mortgage on this place? That would be just "But why not, Millie?" he persisted. as wicked, to risk her onl y home. She'd let me, but that "I dori't care to keep compan y with you. Isn't that wouldn't make it any less s hameful. Oh, dear, if the chance rea8on enough?" s h e r etorted looking frankly into hi s comes, where on earth can I raise the shoestring?" eager eyes. The more he thought it over, in that bare little room of ''But there's no one else in Greenport fit for you to kee his, the more puzzling it became. company with," pursued Darby. But he still kept his mind focused on that appointed "Isn't there?" a s ked Millie, quietly. meeting at the summer -hous e on the Crane place. "Unless, perhaps, you're thinking of that kid, Tom RadThere were a lot of thing s he didn't think of just now. cliff e," s neered Darby, disagreeably. He would find them out later on. He pronounced that word, "kid," with a ll the s uperiority But it was not yet three o'clock when Tom quietly sto l e of one who is a grown-up young man of twenty-four. from the house. "You might speak of Tom Rad c liff e a little more re It was less than half an hour's easy walk to the Crane spectfully," Millie returned, with spirit, her eyes flashing. estate "So that's the way the win cl blows, is it?" cried Darby, But Tom wanted to be there well ahead of time, for he beginning to get angry. "Why, he's not a gentleman!" wanted time to look a.bout-time to find some way of being "Are you s ure of that?" asked Millie, quietly. on ha,nd to overhear what would be in that summer "He hasn't a dollar in the world!" house. "Does the dollar make the gentlemai;i ?" Millie quesYet he had gone a bare quarter of a mile, clown through tioned, looking at this son of a rich man contemptuou sly. one of the pretty but :qot greatly inhabit e d stre ets of the "It goes a long way," retorted Fred Darby. "It enables village, when he came upon a sight that made him forget him to get along without working lik e a drudge." everything else for the time. "Then a gent l eman i s one who doesn't have to, work? There was Millie Stuart. Is that it?" asked Millie, smi lin g at Darb y Millie during the past year had always had a large sha re "A gentlema n doesn't work, and hill wife doesn't have in Tom's day dreams. to, either," returned the y oun g man, importantly. She was the daughter of the postmistress, Mrs Stuart "Dear me! How interesting!" holding that sma llsa laried position because the men of Millie was laughing now, and this made Darby


6 THE EASIEST EVER. Moreover, her eyes, dancing with laughter, looked so be witching as to tempt him. "Millie," he cried hoarsely, "I'm going to have you. And I'm going to prove it right now by kissing you." Before the girl bad any idea of what be was about, Fred Darby had caught her in his arm s She was stronger than he had thought. He found it out ns be struggled, trying to pres s hi s face against hers. He failed. In another twinkling he let out a yell of pain, for Tom Radcliffe was on the spot. Tom didn't waste any time, or any words. His whole thought was to prevent Darby from foulin g the girl's lips. Grip! Tom's sinewy young fingers wound themselves in Darby's black locks. He pulled for all he was worth, growling: "I..iet go of her, you dog!" And Darby did let go in a hurry, Millie s lipping a few yards away, then turning tO look on at the scene. Tom, as s9on as he saw Millie free, let go his grip on Darby's hair. But all the boy's quick, angry :fighting blood was up now. "I think I heard you bragging about being a gentleman!" sneered the white-faced, quivering boy. "You ;:;aid something about a gentleman being a fello w who doesn't work. Is a gentleman also one who doesn't fight?" "I'll 'fight' you!" roared Darby, glower ing at the boy's slighter form. "Oh, will you?" flared T om, snatc hing off and throwing down his coat. "Delighted!" "You young ragamuffin I" rasped Darb y "Is that the way you fight-with your mouth?" cried Tom, advancing, on his guard. "Take that for a teaser, then!" He feinted, then landed in lightly on the tip of Fred's nose. "You young scoundrel!" roared Darby, rus hing in. "I'll teach you I" He hit out vigorously, but that was meat to young Rad cliffe. Whack I As they closed again Tom countered twice in swif t succes;:;ion, then rattled his left in hotly over Darby's right eye. Again Tom danced away, as a roar came from the fellow who was getting the worst of it. "One black eye, for s ure mocked Tom. "OO'ID.e on, now, and get the other one closed up!" But that brought Darby to hi s senses. A dude all the way through, and proud of what he con sidered his good looks, Fred shuddered at the thought of going through the village streets with a black eye. Decidedly he didn't want two. So, even at the risk of being considered whipped by Millie, the rich man's son sputtered : "I'll finish this with you later!" "Why not now?' r mocked 'l'om. But Darby turned to walk away without another word. He couldn't get away, though. Radcliffe darted around him and stood in his path. "You can't go, FTed Darby, until you've said Tiv!> things." "What do you mean?" quavered the whipped one. "First of all, you've got to say 'enough.' Darby g lared at Tom out of his soun d eye a :few seconds. Then, seeing that the fight was certain to be on again in a second, he growled: "I've had enough now. You'll get enough later." "You've said 'enough,' anyway," mocked Tom. "Now you've got one more thing to say." "What's that?" demanded Darby, s u spicio u s ly, backing slowl y from before our hero's threatening fists. "You've got to go back to Miss Stuart and say you're sorry for acting like a cur." "I won't call myself a cur!" flared Darby. "Then I'll go right on and prove you one I taunted Tom, making a leap at his enemy. "Hold on!" quavered Fred Darby, retreating. "Walk back to Miss Stuart, then, and say what I told He ducked, went un!1er, came up, in close, and landed you." on Fred's jaw. Millie was standing, leaning against a tree. It was a clean knock-down. She bad looked almost faint at the first signs of fight. Darby measured his length on the ground, with Tom, bis But now she bad recovered enough t,o stand quietly by, eyes still wild, dancing over him. white-faced, but realizing that Tom was doing just what "Come on! Get up!" dared Tom. "Don' t li y down and was right. play the cry-bab y I Get up and show yourself a man!" Darby now sk ulked over to where the girf stood. He moved away enough to encourage his foe to rise. He repeated the apology that Tom had ordered. Yet the instant Darby was up from the ground Rad"Is that sat isfactory, Miss Stuart?" Tom queried, cliffe closed in again. gravely. Thump I This time on the other's nose. "Yes," nodded the white-faced girl. The blood crimsoned the tip Of that organ, then began : "You can go now," announced Tom. "But remember to flow freely. your apology, and live up to it after this." Backing away, Tom waited to see what his opponent "You'll hear from this again," bellowed Darby, when he wanted to do. had put fifty feet between them. But Darby, again stung into action, was ready for more "All right," Tom called back, coolly and scornfully. fight, though half afraid now and more cautious. Then, to the girl:


THE EASIE::!T EVER. ":Millie, I'm in a good dea l of a hurry to tlay, but I'd l ike "I'm eager to hear their report," spoke anothe r of the to see you on your way home." party "Come along, then, Tom But Fred Darby won't dare "You'll find it will be very comp l ete, consider ing t h at try to bother me again, anyway." they've had to do all their work in a few hours promise d "He'd better not!" flared the boy. "Millie, I'm sony Mr Crane "I wish they could have take n a few days I had to punch him right before you. But it was the only for the work. But the infernal farmers wou l d hav.e t hei r thing to do. suspicions up then and would charge fortunes for thei r "Yes, I guess it the only thing to do," replied the barren farms." girl, quiet ly, her face burning as she thought of the de"What had we ought to pay for the whol e l ot of thos e liberate insult that Darby had offered her farms, Crane?" "Let me know if he bothers you again, won't you?" "Why, at fair market rates, not above thirty tho u s and "I-I--" dollars.<' Millie hesitated. .t'For three thousand acres?" "Honest, now, Millie. Because, if you don't promise, "Yes," replied Digby Crane, coolly "They are all but I'll trounce him o:ce a week, anyway, on general suspi barren farms." cions." "But how different those farms will bloom whe n we ge t I "I guess I'd better promise, then,'' laughed the girl, ner -to work on them and spend money. Why, gent l eme n that vously bay-front strip will be a park of wonderfu l beauty!" 'I'om saw her to the door of the post -office, then lifted "Don't get ahead of Griffin & Mott with your p red i c his cap and turned quickly away tions," laughed Digby Crane. "We're hiring t hem to t e ll He had lost time by this adventure, but still hoped that us whether the bay shore can be worl\ed over into such a there would be time for him to be on hand at that applace as you gentlemen will want for the site for your pointed meeting at the summer-house--a meeting to which country places." he certainly had not been invited. "Country places?" throbbed listening Tom "I tho u ght "Now I'll hit straight for the summer l;ouse, and sec so!" what happens," resolved the boy, with a beating heart. "If Griffin & Mott report as favora bly as we h ope on the 'I'his summer-house was a six-sided affair, with a floor landscape possibilities of the p l ace," asked another of the that was about forty feet a.cross. group, "how long will it take to get all the l and i nto o u r Inside it consisted of one room. own hands?" Its walls were open, usually, in summer, but there were "I can have Hume, my real estate man, here inside of glass-paned sashes that could be rajsed to malre it weatherthree days," replied Mr. Crane. "He's one of the shrewLl tight at need est, closest buyers I know He'll talk to the farmers about Around the bottom of the summer-house, from the a possible chance to sell a farm to a city buyer, and he' ll ground up to the floor, ran a latticed ra iling get an option at the lowest price He'll go to each farmer "If I could only get under there!" quivered the boy. in turn, and he'll have an option from each of them before Again fortune favored him. There was a gate in the the other farmers hear of it. Hume is a wonderfu ll y lattice-work. shrewd man." Throbbing, Tom opened this gate, crouched, and crawled "I feel better,'' murmured the boy underneath T hese under, pulling the gate to after him. people are planning to work in the dark I'll work i n the "I reckon I'm safe here, and pretty sure to hea.r what's dark, too and I'll work first!" going," murmured the boy. "Here come Griffin and Mott," annou n ced M r Cr ane, a s Then he flushed, wonde .ring: wheels were heard on the driveway "Is it just right to be sneaking under here? Hang it! In another minute the host was introducing h is g uests I don't care I can't It's what happens when surveyors to the surveyors of the m(;rning. go sneaking around the country ancl lying about what, "Well?" asked Mr Crane, rather i mpatie n tly. they're up to I've got to stay here now, anyway." \ "We've been all over the ground>'.' replied Mr Gr iffin. Indeed he had, for a party of seven men were commg "We fooled the farmsrs by pretendmg tha t we bel o n ged slowly up the graveled walk. to the State 'Survey." I Crane was one of them Tom felt sure that the other six "A good idea!" chuckled Mr. Crane must be his club friends from town. "Gentlemen,'' went on Mr. Griffin, crisp ly, "we a r e able "It's ten minutes to four," announced one of the guests, to give almost a 6ornplete report. We have located the best looking at his watch spot for the residence of each of you, according to the "Then you've just ten minutes to wait,'' rep l ied Digby notes that Mr. Crane furnished us. We have also selecteJ Crane, as he ancl his guests ascended the steps to the floor the best spot for the bathing pavilions We have hit u pon above. "You'll find that Griffin & Mott, besides being an ideal site for the dancing casino and concert ha ll An d first-class surveyors and landscape engineers, are also mod we have chosen an admirab l e p l ace for the big hote l when els of punctuality." it will not interfere with the privacy of any of your homes,


8 THE EASIES'l' EVER. In a word, we predict that we shall be able to turn the bay shore of Greenport into one of the most beautiful, famous and exclusive summer coast spots in America, H ere are some of our notes." At last Tom himself c rept out from under the summer house. He breathed more easi l y, though, when he found himself once more in the driveway Then followed a report, que s tion s and discussion about details, few of which listening Tom Radcliff e understood. But he grasped the main point of it all. GTeenport's bay she.. was to be bought by a grpup of very wealthy men. 1Ioreover, they wanted possession as quickl y as possible, i.n order that they might tear down all the present farm "Now, if any one catches me," he murmured, "all they can do is to order me off the place, and I want to go, anyway. CHAPTER III. OTHERS O N THE SCENT. and other buildings "Whew But it's hard! Tough!" "For,'' as one of the speakers overh eard put it, "we must Tom, having safely escaped from the Crane place, hail: begin our houses and the hotels at once, so that we can turned his face toward the bay. have them far advanced by the time that the frost comes. Her e seated close to the shore, once in a while tossing Then we can have all our buildi:qg s finished and r eady for 8'p ebble into the water this late afternoon he went all over occupancy by next spring the problem. "This ought to be worth a small barrel of money to me!" "It's :fierce, when a fellow has a chance to make a forquivered Tom. "Oh, confound you, go away!" tune, to be shy the few hundred dollars that would make This last savage appeal was mutt ered unde:r his breath. it possible! Yet it would take a few dollars e\ren Tom was glaring at one of Cran e's dogs, which, leaving the to get options." group above, had come down to the ground An option on a piece of real estate is the guaranteed 1 The canine was :now s niffing at the lattice-work, its sus privilege 0f buying that real estate within a given time, picious eyes on our hero. a t a given figure. "Wow! wouf !" challenged the dog, angrily. Thus, one may secure an option on a farm at four th_ ou" Crane,'' called one of the gue s ts, "your dog ha s flushed sand dollars, the one who holds the optio n having the right up something under this summer-house." to buy it at that price at any time with in the stated tim e like it," Crane admitted. say three or six months. "We'd better see what it i s." In case the holder of the option decided to buy before "Oh, Lord!" groaned Torn "Caught now!" his time is up, the fifty or a hundred dollars that he has "Here, Prince!" called Mr. Crane, sharply paid for the option goes toward the purchase price. "Wow! wouf wow!" snarled the dog, trying frantically But if he does not buy, the mdney that he paid for the to paw down the lattice-work that separated him from the option belnngs to the owner from whom he secured the eavesdropper. / option "Come here, Prince,'' spoke the mas t e r more sharply. Now, farm property around Greenport had been so diffi"Wow wow! wouf !"insis ted the frenzied dog. cult to sell that our hero felt certain that fifty or a lnm"Better go and see what it i s Crane,'' insisted the same dred dollar'S would secure an option from each of the farmfriend ers who owned land fronting on the bay.' "Come here, sir-this instant!" commanded the dog's But where to get the fifty or hundred in each case? master "I'm not going down there to see what you've got, 'rhat was what Tom was racking his brain over. you fool dog! A cat, a chipmunk, or something of the Much of this money could be obtained by his mother at sort. Come here, sir! Do you hear me?" the bank if she would give a mortgage on her home. Whining, the dog gave up its quest and went crawling "But I won't see the home risked for anything in the toward its master. world!" muttered Tom, savagely. "Nor w ill I touch a "'l'hank you, Mr. Crane," murmured the startled boy, cent of the little fund she has in the bank. There must be beginning to breathe again. / some other way to get together the funds that I need. "Messrs. Griffin and Mott," weni:r on Crane; "you will Bnt, confound it-how?" now have at least three days in which you can go ahead Again he cudgeled his brains, groaning as the full realwith your plans. Don't show up on the desired land again, ization of his helple ssness came upon him. but, from your notes, go ahead and draw plans showing way there must be," he groaned, over and over the whole grand park to be, according to your ideas." again. With that, there was a general moving of feet overhead. But that way, if there was one, would not come to him "They're going, and I can go soon," quivered the boy," while he was sitting here on the bay shora eagerly. Sighing, feeling wholly "blue,'' Tom rose at last picking He saw the last of them depart, the dog c raz y to come his way along the beach. back to the lattice -work:, but his master sternly calling Ahead of him was Johnson's lumber yard, with its unhim awa y. loading pier jutting ou t into th e bay.


THE EASIEST E V ER. 9 "Business will pick up some for Johnson when the boom hits here," grimaced the boy. "Wouldn't he be tickled i he knew what's coming to this sleepy old town?" When almost up to the lumb er yard Tom witnessed a meeting in front 0 a great heap 0 new, empty packing boxes. Old Josh Darby, coming out 0 the mill in the lumber yard, met his s on, Fred, in front o:f the pile o:f boxes. "I dou-'t want them to see me,'' muttered the boy. "Old J osh is too powerful, and too hard a hj tter. He'll be sore when he hears what a trouncing I gave hia darling boy!" From where Tom had caught sight o:f father and it was easy enough to slip around behir:.d the pile 0 boxes This our hero did He would have kept on past pile keeping it between himself and his enemies had it not been for words that came to hi s ears from the lip s 0 Josh D a rby : "I've bought this business, and th<.> good will, Fred." "You hav-e? What on earth do you want of it, guv'nor ?" Fred demanded in surprise. "Maybe, lad, I'm, thinking 0 making you a present 0 this mill and lumber yard, as a good start in business for you." "For me? Huh There ain't money enough in this business to keep a cow from starving." "I know it, Fred," chuckled Josh Da rby. "That's why I was able to buy it so cheap." "You must have wanted to pitch your money away, g u v'nor. This place don't sell a tholliland dollars worth in a year." "Maybe it hasn't, Fred, bu t it's going to. There's a big boom going to hit Greenport right away." "Eh? What's' that?" gasped Radcliffe, pricking up his ears, and his heart beginning to thump. Father and son were still talking, but their voices were so low that our hern could no longer heaJ.'. "1 I could climb over these boxes, but keep out of sight!" quivered the boy, looking upward at the top of the pile. The way the boxes. were stacked this did not seem a diffi cult feat "I've got to hear what Josh is sayi ng he muttered, resolutely. "I have s impl y got to know whether he has wind of this new scheeme !" From box to box our hero crept, maJting no noise. In a few moments he was almost at the top of the pile. as high as he could safe ly go without i:isk of being seen by the Darbys. "'l'he surveyors are out, going all oYer the bayshore farms,'' he heard old Josh whisper, tremulously. "And a lot of Crane's friends are out here, too. Now, I'm old enough and smart enough in the real estate game, Freel, l ad, to know what that means. And once, to-day, I got close enough to the engineers-on the other side of a line of bushes, you see--to hear one surveyor saying to the other that the hill on Jordan's place woulcl be a fine site. for the dancing casino Now, wha t does that m e an, whe n thes e surveyors are h i red by me n l ike C ran e and his friends?" "How do you know C ran e and his friend s did hire them?" asked Fred, a lso in a w hi s p e r. "Know? Why, I watc hed ancl foll o w e d the s urveyors. They went straig h t to Crane's "'So you've bought t his l umbe r yar d, Dael, on the c hance that there'Jl be a lot of b uild i n g, a nd tha.t y o u 'll b e abl e to sell the lu mber?" Josh Darby !?'Ive a sno r t o f i mp a tience. "Sometimes, Fred," he snar l ed, "you seem like a natural born fool This lumber yard is o nl y a drop in tha bucket. My boy, I'm goi ng to ge t l o n g -time option s on the bay shore farms "0o oh, gracious!" throbbed li ste n i n g Tom di z zily. "Josh Darby on the scent' and goi n g to ge t into the gam e with all his cash? That l e t s m e o u t All Tom's schem i ng through t h e day seem e d, in an in sta nt, wasted! Without a cent, how coul d he possib l y buck a gainst" this man with his thousands ? "You may get left, guv'nor,'' m umbl ed Fred. "No, I won't,'' retorted Josh, warm l y L a d, I kn o w the real estate signs too well. I'm going tc te legr a ph the bank to sencl money. It'll be here day at e r t o -mor row, i n the morning-a l ot of money, i n c r isp, b right, n e w bills Then I'll see each one of the far mers sepa r ately, and r ou n d up the whole gang like lightni n g, get tin g a six month s' option on each farm a.t a low p rice. They' ll sell low, b efore they hear abou t the new boom. F r e d o n this d e al I ll cle an up fifty thous--" Crash! clatter! bing thud Tom Radcliffe, bending eager l y forward to he a r m o r e clearly, upset the balance 0 the to p of that pile of boxes. Now the boxes went crashi n g dow nw a r d, and Tom went :flying, spinning, pawing and clu tc hin g with the m Crash! smash bump Josh Darby let out a yell ancl j ump-ed a s T 'om and half a

JI) 'l'HE E,\.SIEsrr EVER. roared Josh, as s topped the shaJcing but held the boy fast. "Give me time to wake up," begged Tom, in pretended stupidity. "Wake up?" demanded the old man, jeering1y, harsh1". "What do you want to wake up for?" "I was asleep on that pil e of boxes," answered Tom, yawning. "Didn't think I was going to s le ep, but I must have dozed off just the same. The ne'xt thing I knew was when I found myself crashing down here. I must have rolled in my sleep "Oh, you dicl, eh?" demanded Josh, looking relieved. "Hold him, guv'nor !" cr i0d Fred, dancing close "Hold him until I soak him hard &11 over the face! He gave me this black eye and a raw no se! Hold him until I pay him ba ck I" "Pay him back, sort!" bawled Josh, holding Tom out in front of him, now, with both big, strong hands Fred leaped forward to enjoy his chance to the full. But Tom, born earlier than the day before yesterday, kicked viciously back of him, almost breaking one o f Josh's shins. Then, as that worthy l et go with a howl, and bent to rub his injured shin, Tom whirled aroU11d, catching Josh full on the jaw and knocking him down. "I'm coming for you, now!" bellowed Tom, wheeling at Fred. That youth took to his heels, and rrom, wheeling, caught Josh on the nose as the latter tried to get up. Then 'l"om drew back, l ooking at his work with a smug grin. "Confound you, I'll trounce you good for that!" roared J osh. "Come on, Fred!" The son turned. With both bent on thrashing him at once there was nothing for Tom Radcliffe to do but turn and streak it for safety. "Hold on, there I" blazed Josh, sprinting after the boy. "'Hold on l I'm going to have you arrested for assault!" That threat made our hero sprint the harder. But around the corner ahead showed up Pembroke, the town's one policeman. "Pembwkel" screamed Josh. "Stop that young drel. I charge him with felonious assault! Catch him!" Pembroke came running down the street toward the boy. "Oh, it's no use I" groaned the boy, desperately. "I can't lick the town, or run away from it, either!" He halted and stood waiting for Officer Pembroke to reach him. CHAPT'ER IV. THE SHOESTRING. "What's the charge against young Radcliffe, Mr. Darby?" questioned Officer Pembroke, as father and son came panting up. "Felonious assault!" glowered Josh. "I'll have him sent to the reform school until he's twenty-one, for what he did to me!" "You make a charge of felony?" asked the cop, in sur prise. "I clo, officer "And you'll back it up in court? You won't go on the charge?" "I'll back that charge with my clying i:f neces sary !" stormed the old man "Look at my son's face! See that eye? Young Radcliffe did that earlier in the day. Tie has had it in for our family He trieJ. to break my leg just now." "That's right," rejoined Fred. "T saw him c1o it!" "I suppose you know, Mr. Pembroke, that there ar two sides to every story?" "Of course there are, Tom," replied the officer, who was also a neighbor. "And I never believed you the kind of a boy to do anything like this." "You take him along, officer!" raged Josh Darby. "Since you make a charge of felony, I'll have to," replied the cop, in a tone that conveyed that he would slip out of doing the thing if he could But 'l'orn had not used up all his ammunition. "Mr. Darby," he remarked, with a meaning grin, "per haps I wasn't asleep, after all!" "What do you mean?" throbbed Josh, turning color. "I wasn't asleep Shall I say right out, here, what I mean by that?" "Hold your tongue, you young scoundrel-!" raged Josh. "You talk like that any more, anc1 I'll wag my tongue for an hour," threateriecl Radcliffe. "Ancl if you have me taken to the station I'll talk a lot, too See here, Josh Darby, the best thing, and the thing you can do, is to walk one side with me and hear a few words that I've got to say:" Tom's tone was one of mastery. He spoke as if he meant to have his own way, and knew that he could not be bluffed out of it. Josh looked uneasilv from him to the officer. "Going to hint to Mr. Pembroke that he let me go?" Tom asked, tantalizingly. "I wasn't asleep, know!" "Let Radcliffe walk down the street a bit with me, if you please; officer," requested Josh Darby, looking queer around the lips. Pembroke let go of Tom's shou lder as if glad to do it. "Come on, and hear what I've got to say," Tom fairly ordered his enemy. He walked Josh for some distance, then halted where their backs were turned to the representative of the law. "Going to have me locked up, while you enjoy yourself by buying the bay shore farms cheap to sell to the Crane crowd, are you?" grinned Tom. "\.Vhat do you know about that?" rasped Jos h. do you think you know abouj; it?" "I know enough to send word to those farmers to hold on to their for a big raise that's sure to come,"


THE EASIEST E VER. 11 affirmed our hero. I know enough, Josh Darby, to spoi l the best real estate deal you ever planned I" Josh Darby's face was a study Faced by the danger of having his boldest stro k e in finance dashed down into ruin, he shook and turned green and white. "You see," clicked Torno\ "I've got you, and I've got you good and hard. On the kind of perjured evidence that you'll cook up you can put me in the police station, and perhaps in jan-but I can put you in Torment! For you love money even better even than yourself!" "'I'om," whined the old man, almost c hattering, "you're too fine a lad, after -all, to get into serious trouble. Now, if I drop this whole matter, what will you do?" "I'm more than l ikely to hold my tongue about this new real estate move," Tom answered, with meaning, malicious sweetness. Had Josh Darby been an expert in human nature, he might have seen something in that sm iie to make him more afraid. But Josh, like most plodding money-grubbers, was not clever in anything outside of money "I'm going to l et you go, then," he -announced. "Oh, thank you," murmured Tom, sweetly. "And I'm going to make you a little present," s uggested Darby, fumbling in a vest pocket and producing a twenty dollar bill, which he tried to hand our hero so cautiously that Officer Pembroke would not see. "What's that for?" demanded Torn, thru s ting his hands behind his back. "For your good will," coaxed Josh. "I won't take it I" "Oh, we'll call it :fifiy, then," sighed Josh. "But that's the most--" "It ought to be," blurted Tom. "But I won't touch that, either I" "For h eaven's sake, you don't expect a hundred, do you?" gasped Josh, anxiously. "No, I don't." Josh groaned, but he s urveyed the boy's perplexing face with growing anxiety. a terrible hard Tom R adcliffe," fal tered the man who loved money. "But, see here, I'm going to make my last offer-and I've got the money right about me. For your s ilence I've a lr eady given you your liberty. In addition I'll offer you two hundr e d dollars in good cash. Two huri.dred dollars? Why, that would be the "shoe. string !" He could go into the real estate game himself with that much money. He felt sure he could! "Will you take it?" pressed Josh, eager l y But Tom hail got a grip, in an instant, on all the honesty, that was in his splendid, big, open nature. "Take it?" he quivered, scornfu ll y "No, I won't, Jos h Darb y Nor any other amount, either If I did, do you know what folks would call me? A blackmailer! And I'd be one, too, if I stooped as low as your crooked soul would make me stoop, Josh Darby!" "Then what do you propose?" demanded. the money-. grabber. "Just what we've already agreed to," came promptly from our hero. "And you won't do a thing to s poil my game?" begged Darby. "I won't noise it around that the Crane crowd are after the water-front. I won't do a thing to spoi l any willing ness the farmers may feel for selling their shore-front properties," a.greed Tom. Though Josh Darby wasn't clever enough to realize this promise meant something vastly different from what he wanted. "But the stupid, vengeful old fellow seemed satisfied. "If you'll do ju s t what y ou say, Tom--" he quavered. "I will," promised the boy, grim ly. "And maybe, Christmas, you' ll get something nice from me, a.nyway,'' hinted Josh. "Maybe I will," muttered the boy, grimly. He watched Josh, while the latter went over and spoke to Officer Pembroke. Then both walked briskly out of sight. Tom, himself, was about to stro ll on when the figure of a man appeared sudde nl y from behind a tree some fort)I yards away. "Boy, hold on," he muttered, I want a word with you, I couldn't h e lp being interested in what I sa w," ran on the stranger, as he came up He was a man of perhaps forty "I saw that you had some row on with Josh Darby, and that he let upt1and tried to offer you money." "He tried to put me in the light of a blackmailer!'' quiv ered Tom, indignantly. "Well, you're note for l saw you repulse his money. May I ask how much he offered you?" "Two hundr ed dollars." "Whew And you refused it? You don't look ricl Boy, I judge that you hate old Jos h Darby, at that." "I do," vented Tom. "And, if I only had t{lat two bun .. dred dollars I'd beat Josh Darby out of the biggest single game he ever went into!" '.'Would you, though?" demanded the s tranger, eagerly. "Would. I?" writhed T'om. "Wouldn't I, though! That was why Darby offered me money-because I'm on to his whole scheme It's the biggest he ever played, and with two hundred dollars I could have beaten him out in a feW; hours." The stranger looked uncommonly hard at our hero Then, for an instant he turned squaxely away. When he faced ba. ck again he said, hurriedly: "Boy, I believe you're honest. I Jmow you, for I've jus t seen big proof o f it. I hate Jos h Darby as much a.s you do. He has done me a dirty trick Nev e r mind the details But I'd risk the money to see an yone get 1ven with him Promise me, on your honor, that, if I lend


12 ,THE EASIEST EVER. you two hundred do.llars, you'll return it when you prosperJ in an envelope addressed to J. D., General Delivery, New York post-office." "Why, of course I wiil," Ted laughed. "Then don't thank me, and don't ever try to find out who I am, for you won't succeed. Do your best to get even with Darby for me! Now, keep your word." With that the stranger thrust someth ing into Radcliffe's hand and fl.eel. "What's this?" gaiped the astounded boy, counting bita of paper, rapidly. "Two hundred dollars? And nobody robbed or blackmailed Thuncleration I've heard, before this, that honesty is its own reward, but I never expected to see it proved in this hot-foot fashion. The shoe-string l The chance!" Then, s uddenly breaking off, Teel began to count rnpidly. By the time ti1at he hacl finished counting a thousand ha broke into a run. 1 But the pro sperous stranger had d1sappeare c t Then Tom Radcliff e came to )1is senses. If he was to make real use of the "shoe-string," then he mu s t act quickly. First he ran to the livery stable, where he hired a horse and surrey. Ne).-t he went to the home of i:he school prin cipal, of wh1nn he rented that gentleman's typewriter for twenty-four hours. Next, our hero s topped at Tell' s home long enough fo:u a whispered conversation. "All right! I'll be there," promised Ted, as they parted. "And: I'll be sure to have Joe. with me, too." Then Tom Radcliffe drove hurriedly homeward, at the s upp er hour, but thinking naught of supper! He was fairly bursting with the stupend ou s plan that was surging through his brain. He was feverishly hurrying to make it all dawn on hii mother! "Whew! But it's a corker, if I can only put it through!" throbbed Shoe stri ng Tom. to go about it, would it?" smiled Tom. ''Where would J, get in on that?" "I'd do the right thing by you, Tom." "Of course you would, Mr. Jordan, but I'd rather do the right thing by myself. Now, it's this way. I know a party who is thinking of buying a sea-shore farm. Wants it for a sor t of place to lay off on in the summer and to some shooting in the fall." "City man?" "Yes." "Got lots of money, Tom?" "Oh, I don't lmow as he's rotten with money, but h& has some lf he buys in this part of the country, I think very likely, Mr. Jordan, I can swing him your way." "What do you want out of it, T'om ?" "All I can get of course." "How much is that?" "Let us figure it another wa y, Mr. Jordan. How much is your farm worth'?" "About-thirtyeight hundred," replied Farmer Jordan. "It's taxed at eightee n hundred/' "Ye-es." "Ancl property in this village i s assessed at about sixt}I cents on the dollar of real value," Tom pursued. "That would bring the vahte of JOUt farm at about three thousand dollars, wouldn't it?." "I wouldn't sell it for that!" interjectec1 the farmer, be comin g keen with a trade in prospect. "I'm not going to ask you to, Mr. Jordan. vVhen you sell a farm to a man from the city, who doesn't any thing about farms, y ou expect to get a good price." "You sure do." "Now, you'd be sat i 'fiecl with forty-five hundred1 wouldn't you?'" "Well, I'd want to think that over." "If you have to think over a scheme like that,'' smiled Tom, swiftly, "I'll save time by going to some other man on the bay shore. I can't waste time talking to a man who wants to think over whether he'd sell his place for half CHAPTER V. as much again as it's worth." SUCCESS OR A FEVER. "I'll tell you what, Tom; you br in g along a man who'll 'Mr. Jordan, can I spea k with you a moment?" pay forty-five hundred for my place, and he can have it." "Why, sure, Tom." "I don't suppose I can make the sa le," Tom went on, "By ourselves, I mean." thoughtfull y "It's all a chance, you know But I know "Certain!" who the man is, and you don't, and you can't find him, for It was just after dark. he doesn't live in these parts." The rig that Tom had hired stood before one of tho "We ll, what do you want, Tom?" village grocery ;;tores. "It would tak e me some little time to bring the sale Inside our hero had espied one of the farmers who owned about at all," resumed. the boy. "Now, what I want is just land on the bay shore. this, Mr. Jordan. I want you to give ne a six months' The farmer followed Tom to a corner by themselves at option on your place, at forty-five hundred. The chance the back ef the store. isn't a big one, but it's worth going after. As it's a small "Mr. Jordan," whispered the boy, "would yo. u sell your. chance, all I ca:ri. risk on the option is ten dollars. But I'll farm if you got a good cha...TJ.ce ?" 1 pay you that, now, if you're willing to give me six months "Guess I might," returned the farmer. "Who wants to in which to find a purchaser at forty-five hundred. That's buy?" fair, isn't it?" "Now, that wouldn't be a real business-like way for me "Let me have a day or two to think it over, Tom," begged


THE EASIEST EVER. 13 the farmer, who began to suspect there might be something ing a baby's candy. Oh, well; oh, well! We shall see! bigger in the air. A wonderful day's work, Tom Radcliffe!" He would have thought Tom was bluffing, pure and sim-1 His head was swimming by the time that.he drew up to ple, if our hero hadn't taken the trouble to hold up a tenlet Ted and Joe out. dollar bill temptingly. "Thank you, fellows, thank you a thousand times!" he "Give you time?" echoed our hero. "Mr. Jordan, I'm 1 cried, earnestly. "And you'll keep quiet, for a while, won't not going tQ play fast and loose, in that style, with the you?" .1 first chance I ever had to make two or three hundred dol-"You don't have to ask that, do. you, Tom, old chap?" lars in a lump. So, if I haven't got your signature to the demanded Ted, scornfully. option within two minutes I shall be on my way to see While Joe Atterbury, who was known as "the silent boy," some other man who knows how to talk busine8s. It's only smiled. simply now or never, neighbo r." Tom drove his mother home, then drove back to the "Bl1t where's the papers?" livery stable, almost in an aching trance . "My mother's got that, out in the carriage. Now, see He hardly knew how he ran back over the ground. here, Mr. Jordan, it isn't taking much of a c hance, on your But he burst in on his mot her, threw his arms around part, is it? You get ten dollars now, and a bare chance her neck, and cried: that, inside of six months, you'll get half as much again "We've done it, mother! W e've done it! We've made as your farm is worth. Are you ready to sign?" our fortune and on a shoestr ing. But tell me, mother-Farmer Jordan thought of a calf he could buy with that is this success, or have I only got a fever? Whoop ten dollars. Tom Radcli:f!e danced and capered as if he had suddenly "Yes; I suppose s o," he agreed. gone mad. "Where's your wife?" "Down at the drug-store." CHAPTER VI. "She'll ha .ve to sign with you as it's a homestead. But THE TREACHERY OF THE BAY. you must get her to come up without delay. If she has to "There's a grand old storm coming down over the water, wait to do a lot of thinking, as you did, Mr. Jordan, then Ted!" I shall hustle off after someone who can think faster. I "Humph! Precious little you're thinking about that, don't want to rush you, but I haven't all night to spare." old fellow!" Jordan hurried off after his wife, coming back with her "Why do you sa y that, Ted?" Tom asked. promptly. the looks of you! Every now and then you'll be The farmer and his wife signe d the paper, giving Mrs. as white as a ghost. Then, all of a sudden, you'll :fl.are up Radcliffe the option for which Torn had asked. and seem to be burning. Tom, you've got something heavy "I hope this isn t throwing money away," laughed Tom, on your mind!" nervously, as he passed over the ten dollars. "Maybe I have," admitted young Radcliffe. "I hope not) for both our sakes," grinned Jordan. "But, "Of. course you have!" anyway, Tom, this ten is mine, now." "Before very long, Ted, I'll tell y ou just what it is." "It's yours, Mr. Jordan." "Now, see here,'' exploded Ted, honestly, "when did I Ted Denton signed as a witness to the paper. ever seek to nose into your affairs? You've got some affair Then Joe Atterbury affixed his s ignature also.. just now, rom Radcliffe, but if it's yours it's an honest Three more of the bay shore farmers Tom found in one. Honestly, I don't want to know anything about things town. until you're ready to tell me. And that ain't now." With each he followed the same tactics he had pursued "Why do you say that, Ted?" with ordan-a.nd in each case he got his option. "Because it's plain that the thing, whatever it is, ain't These four brisk deals occupied a little less than half an settled yet. And it ain't your way to talk about a thing . hour. until it's settled." Throbbing inwardly, but outwardly calm, Radcliffe turned his hired horse into the bay s hore road. In another hour and a half Tom had secured signatures to the other seven options. As our hero at last drove homeward he was in a position to buy nearly three thousand acres of bayshore land, at a total price of forty-two thousand dollars. For all of the options he had paid out just one hundred and ten dollars. "That's working on a shoestring, sure!" he told him self, feverishly. "And most of the farmers seemed to hate to take my money. Sile Higgins said it seemed like stealTom smiled, Ted's reasoning was so good. This was the day after the night on which our hero had secured the options. That forenoon Tom had hired the h?rse and surrey again. Taking Mrs. Radcliffe along with them, the y had driven some ten miles to the nearest bank that had safety deposit vaults. There, in one of the boxes of the big vault, Tom had safely stowed away the papers which, he hop.ed, controlled the way to a fortune. They had reached home again by early afternoon.


14 THE EASIEST EVER. Later in the afternoon Ted had dropped around to see some other boat around here that could be hired. It'd be his chum. He had found Tom as restless as a mouse in a trap. When spoken to Radcliffe didn't always return sensible answers. It was plain that he was under the strain of great excitement. And, at last, Tom himself had proposed that they stroll down toward the bay. They had reached the dock near the lumber yard, the only dock of which Greenport boasted. But here Tom seemed as restless as ever. The freshening breeze, however, coolecl his hot face. He looked wistfully toward the squally clouds toward the northeast. "We're going to have a tough gale, Ted," the bov went on, regarding the clouds. "Pooh!" "It looks like a norther, Ted." "Nothing of the sort, Tom Radcliffe, assou'd know if you were wholly in your right mind. Those clouds show nothing more than a squall, a few wind-puffs. lt may be nasty for an hour, and then the stars will be out as bright as ever they shone. we don't get northers at this time of the year." "If it's going to be only a squall," murmured Tom, "I'd like to be out in it under reefed canvas. "Say," observed Ted, enthusiastically, "now you're shouting! A sail just now would be grand, wouldn't it?"' Tom looked wistfully at the Scud, a small sloop yacht that lay tied to the dock. "Say," he whispered, "do you suppose Captain Granger would let us take her out-without him, I mean? got the price." "You can ask him," jeered Ted. "There he is." Captain Mart Grange, or Cap Grange, as he was ally called, at that moment came up out of the cabin of his boat and stepped ashore. Grange did not bear any too good a reputation around Greenport. Not that anyone knew anything against him, for no one did. He passed as a :fisherman, and certainly went out on regular trips, bringing back fish with him. But no one in Greenport could understand why, with such a small boat, he should need a crew of two men. One of the men of the crew was a gloomy, silent Swede, known by the name of Dalsen. The other was a scowling Italian, whose name no one seemed to lrnow. The captain and his crew lived at different lollging places in the village, and seldom mixed with other folks. As Grange came off his boat now he shot a single look at the boys, then he stalked heavily away from the dock towards the town. "I guess I won't ask him," smiled Tom. "He looks too much like a pirate. But, honest, Ted, I wish was a grand evening for a sail. See how the water's rough ening." "Maybe you'll get your norther," mused Ted. "But I doubt it. The waves are somewhat rough, though." "And getting rougher, every moment. Look at 'em." "Oh, it's too mighty bad to see a good sailing wind like this, and have no boat!" sighed 'l'ed. "Hullo! There comes the Magic, and just in time, be fore the gale, if there's to be one." Tom pointed over the waters to the southern entrance to the bay, where the smoke of a small coast steamer showed. The Magic, engaged in freight and occasional passengers along the coast, made a stop at Greensport once in every few days. "Is she coming in this trip?" wondered Ted. "Of course; see how she's changing her way. But, Ted What on earth is the skipper trying to come so close to Shaler's Ledge for?""Doesn't the chump know it's full ebb tide?" demanded Ted, springing forward to the string-piece. "There he is., trying to come right in over the ledge!" "Of course, and he draws six feet and there can't be five feet of water over the ledge at this minute." "Oh, the fool!" panted Tom, staring across the water. It was, indeed, a risky thing that the skipper of the Magic was doing. Both boys watched, as if fascinated. They were too far away for any signals of theirs to be made out. The skipper probably wouldn't have their signals, anyway. So they watched, almost with bated breath, until, of a sudden, they saw the little steamer take a spring keel over to port, and then remain stationary. "There, they've struck!" quavered Tom. "Of course they have l There goes the steam from her whistle." A moment or two later the hoarse, deep-throated bellow of the Magic's whistle reached their ears. "Struck! And, by Jupiter! Look at the waves now!" gasped Tom, his face paling. "Small boats won't live on that water now Again the appeal of the whistle came to their ears. "Where's Cap Granger?" throbbed Tom, looking around him. "He must get out there quick!" But Cap Granger was already out of sight. The sky grew blacker. The blow was upon them, and sweeping over the bay, piling up giant white-caps. "The Magic is an old boat, and won't stand much of this," quivered Teel. "She'll be in pieces in half an hour." "The Scud'll have to put out there." "I'm going to find Granger now!" uttered Ted, rel!!o lutely, wheeling. "Look!" almost screamed Tom.


THE EASIEST EVER. 16 Flames were bur;;ting out through the roof of the deck house of the steamer, well up forward. Afterward the boys learneu that the sudden lurching and heeling of the little steamer had up set boiling fat on the stove in the cook-galley. In an instant the flames were l eaping up. In that stiff breeze, with next to no fire apparatus, and a crew raw in the tire-drill, the Magic was doomed '"!'here's no time fo find Granger!" throbbed Tom. "What, then?" "With human lives in danger no trifling law can stand in the way," shouted Tom Radcliffe, leaping forward and bounding into the standing -room of the Scud "What yougoing to do?" shouted Ted after him. "Cas t off, Ted "Going to take this boat?" "As fast as I can." "But Granger--" "He isn't here. to stop u s Cast off that bowline, Ted, and jump aboard!" "Tlrnt would lose some precious minutes. Get your eye on 1.he steamer, and see how she's blazing." 'rom soon had the Scud in the stra i gh t stretch, bearing straight down on the doomed steamer. Well rlid the Scud deserve her name, for, in that stiff wind she flew forward lik e a race-horse! And Tom Radcliffe, his face wet, his eyes full of the salt water, and drenched to the skin, fe l t in his element "There's a fool jumping overboard," r e p orted Teel. "If he has a life preserver, he's rloing the wise thing," gruffed Tom. "Run forward, Ted, and be ready with boat hook and lines. We've got to do some s mart, brisk work!" From the blazing Magic as they scudded up a boat put off with nearly a score of people in it. It lay low in the over l oaded with frantic ones whom the mate was to calm "I'll make for that boat, first," conc lud e d Tom. boat, too, was heading for him. Over the waters came the mate's hoarse hail: "Steer so we can come up under your lee quarter !" Tom waved one hand to s how that be heard. Tom had carried the stern line with him as he boarded the Scud. Then, with a flourish, he brought the Scud up and hove Now he had leaped forward and was pntting the full to just as the small boat grated against his lee rail astern. three re efs in the mainsail. He and Ted spr ang forward, helping the passengers "Get hold at your encl, and reef for all you're worth!" aboard in a twinkling. came Tom's s harp order . W k l'k b th l 1 tl f A I Two went overboard m the scrambling, but these Ted or mg i e eavers, ey oon 1ac 1c ree s in. . t 11 t ti h 1 a d th bb t d .1 and a smlo r from the Magic rescued with the boat-hook. s rong pu a 1e a yar s, an e a rev1a e mmnsa1 Near them rn the dark they could make out four human was up.b fl h h 1 1 f l'f T 1 h' b t 1 f t ft't th emgs, oatmg wit t e rn p o i e preservers. om, eavmg is c um o ma rn as sprang a o e . wheel These they hastily picked up, while the sea rolled over the Scud, the scupp ers having all they could do to unload Hauling the sheet in, cautiously, until she felt the the little deck of water. strength of the wind, he turned the wheel hard over to port and went off on a wide tack. It was the swiftest way of getting there, to stand far out and then to make a straight run almost before the wind The first excitement over, 'l'om's eyes s hone with the pleasure of handling a staunch boat in suc h a breeze It took a master, a boy on the e dge of the salt water and loving the sport, to handle a boat to the best advantage in such a squall as this, and with such a stake of human life depending on his skill. "The rest of you get lif e pre.servers and jump overboard!" bellowed Tom, making a speaking trumpet of his hands. "We don't dare come in close!" 'l'here were less than ten men left on the doomed steamer now, among them the capt ain. That officer managed to make the frantic ones do what was wanted of them On the weather side of the burning steamer, Tom sailed. slowly along, with many hands to st retch out to the swim The spray dashed in his face, but Tom shook it out of mers. his eyes and laughed Twenty minutes more of brisk work, and the Gone, now, was every thought of an option. captain came aft to report hoarsely: The Magic, burning over yonder, made a beautiful if "Young man, I've got you to thank that not a life has tragic sight against the darkening sky been lost !" Ted Denton, plunging aft, clropped into the standing"Everyone safe, captain?" room and glanced ashore "The l ast soul, thank Heaven!" "There's Grange at the wharf, shaking bis fist and bawl "Port it is, then!" ing at us," he reported. Tom threw the wheel over, rounded the blazing craft, "I can't hear him," Tom rejoined, grimly. and started on the two -mil e run for Greenport. "He wants us to put about and go back." With n e arly thirty peop l e aboard the little craf t was so "I suppose so." crowded that there wasn't room to turn around in "Had we better go back, and l et the man handle his own But Tom, insisting on room enough to handl e wheel boat ?" and sheet, sent the 'Sc ud sp inning over the water. "Nix!" Tom roared, above the roaring of the breeze. Then, at last, they rounded in by the dock and Tom. #


16 THE EASIEST EVER. easing off his sheet, made such a handy landing that the he left I saw him hurrying off with an oblong black captain of the Magic gruffed out: box." "Boy, you're a safer skipper than I am." "No, is that so?" Ted, as they made the landing was looking for the faca With a growl o f rage Grange sprang forward toward ths of Cap Grange. dock, while Josh Darby, looking back after him, chuckled That worthy, however, was not to be seen. softly: Only Josh Darby was on the wharf to receive them. "I guess I've put one bad enemy on the trail of Tom That money-sharp's face wore an ugly scowl as he caught Radcliffe," muttered the money sharp. "I'll watch and sight of Tom Radcliffe. see." "The young imp, afte:i: beating me out of the best thing Tom in the meantime, hatl hurried home, had told his of my life, is now standing up to be a hero!" growled in.other what liad happcn c

THE EASIEST EVER. 1'1 You was seen doing it. Now, you tell me I can go I Swallowing hard, and trying to steady his voice, Tom and find it-or down goes this bag-you in it !-to the bellowed out: bottom of the ocean!" "Cap Grange !1' "But I didn't take any black liox off this boat! I don't "What i's it?" bellowed the scoundrel, poking his head know anything about s uch a thing!" gasped Tom. down the hatchway. "Don't try to lie. Your life will be the cost, if you do!" '!I want to talk toyou. I've got to." "But I'm not iying. I don't know what you're talking "Oho! G.oing to tell me what you did with that box?" about!" protested the bewildered boy. "I can't, for I don't anything about it. But--" "You took that box away!" insisted Grange, in a bull"Shut up, then!" came the hoarse command. "It's over. dog growl. "You was seen to do it." board for you'!" "Wbo saw me?" "But, Captain Grange--" "Josh Darby." Smack! went the hatchway, tight as a drum-head. In an instant Tom guessed much of the truth, though "Whew! But this is getting serious!" faltered the boy. what the box could be he had not the faintest idea. "That scoundrel Grange won't believe me, and he doesn t "Where's the box?" Grange roared. care what he does when his blood's up!" "I give you my word of honor I don't know anything Now, indeed, T 'om to believe that he was doomed about it." to go down to the very bottom of Davy Jones's locker. "Is that your la s t word?" snarled the big, chiri.-wbis-"I won't do that, either, if I can help it!" he gritted, kered ruffian. desperately. "It's the only word I can give you." It was the Swede, Dalsen, who had tied his wrists. "Up and aboard with him!" squalled Cap Grange, Now Tom began to try desperately, to see what could be tioning his men to pick up Torn in the weighted sack. done with those wrists. "When the s ack rots the fis h'll get him!" Beneath him, as he lay there, struggling, he heard the Tom didn t whimp e r but. demanded, coolly : trickling run of water under the keel. "Is it worth while to utter a last word of straight truth?" That same water was to be his grave unless something For ans'fer he was dump e d into the cabin 1' of the most lucky description turned up! He shouted for help, but the creaking of the halyards Th .at thought nerved him to superhuman cunning and and s11eets drowned his voice. Then the Scud shot out into! strength. the bay. / The Swede's fingers had been rather clumsy. "I guess that's the las t of Tom Radcliffe," shook Josh After five minutes of twisting and struggling, Tom Rad..: Darby, from his hiding place near by. "It's fearful, but cliffe had the huge joy of getting his wrists apart. the only way. Now, I can get the best of the boy's mother His feet, however, were still tied, and all his movements over the options all right. Good-bye, Tom!" were hampered in thh sack. Only by dint of great patience did he succeed in getting CHAPTER VII. his right hand into his trousers' pocket. His fingers touched his pocket-knife. WHEN TOM'S HEART SANK. His heart, bea'ting suffocatingly, Tom listened for a moThough Tom Radcliffe was utterly bewildered and ment before he bega:r;:i to slit the bag down. wholly frightened by this sudden, sinister outrage against He was free of it, at last. Then hi s feet enjoyed the freehin1self, he did not propose to lose his self-control alto-dom that a slashing of the cords brought. gether. "But if they come in on me, I'm in a pretty pickle!" "Black box?" he repeated to himself for the dozenth groaned the boy. time. "What is Cap Grange talking about? Was it some-"I've got the knife, but I'm no match for those fellows!" thing of value on this boat? Does he think I found it and I As he groped about the cabin in the dark Tom discovered carried it off. And Jos h Darby saw me with it? Then I two or three things. Josh Darlzy hims elf must have taken it, and this is his The first was that the forward end of the cabin was fitted mean scheme for getting even with me!" as a tiny cooking galley, with a s tove, some cooks-pots and a At first, Tom only recollected only his fights with the rack of dishes. Darbys. Beyond this, there was a galley door forward, that let But it did not seem probable that either father or son out upon the deck. would risk his being murdered for any petty grudge. And, hanging against the wall was a round life preThen a deeper thought struck the frightened boy: server / "Can Josh have found out about those options? Gra"Why, this will be easy enough." throbbed Tom, "if only cious That must be it! Josh would commit murder, or I could get to the deck unseen, and overboa. rd." sell his soul or l1is country for a few thousand doll'ars Desperately he adjusted the life preserver under his Yes, yes! Now, I understand! Oh, dear! Can't I manshoulders age to make Cap Grange believe me?" "It'll be worth while to make the try," he groaned. "If ("


18 THE EASIEST EVER. I fail, the worst that can happen is to be killed. That's just what I'll get if I stay here." Cautiously, the boy opened the galley door and peerec1 out. None of the crew of the boat were forward. Stealthily the boy crept out on the short length of deck between the door and the ma1>t. He did not dare to raise his head, bi1t, lying on his side, he looked astern and listened. He could see none of the three men, so assl1med that they must all be seated in the standing -room. "This is a now-or-never job!" quavered the boy. "I may just as well have it over with, and know the worst." The bay was much calmer than it had been at the time of the wreck of the Magic. There was ju st a good sea running now, nothing more. A moment of swift Then, chancing all on the sing le effort, Tom rolled swiftly to the weather rail. A breathless interval. Then, flop! Tom was overboard, fighting to prevent himself from being drawn under by the suction of the moving boat. He bobbed against the hull, high out. of water on this weather side. Then, with a sigh of ecstasy he fell off astern. , The Scud keeled on through the night, leaving the boy alone, bobbing on the waters just where the bay joined the ocean. "Thank heaven!" cried the boy, fervently. Then, after a look to get his bearings, he uttered, drily: "This is easy! Nothing to do but swim between two and three miles! And-oh, gracious !-the chance that, when they discover I'm gone, the Scud wilL sail back over the same course and they'll pick me up!" The thought was enough to make the boy strike out strongly, almost desperately toward the distant shore After a few minutes, however, he was obliged to rest and float. With the tide not yet well starteJ on the flood, it was hard work, ind eed, to swim all that distance. By this time the Scud was well out, lost in the darkness of th e night. "Wouldn't I just like a sight of Cap Grange's face when he finds I'm gone!" chuckled the boy. "No, I wouldn't either, though And I've got to keep well out of bis way, after this, too. Grange isn't the kind of man to let a grudge sleep." Again our hero took to swimming, discouraged with the slowness of his progress. This time he swam as long as he could, but, when he rested, was discouraged by the calculation that he had not yet covered a third of the distance to shore "Hanged if Greenport doesn't look further off than ever!" he muttered, gazing wistfully at the distant lights of the village. And now, looking back seaward, he saw a bobbing mast head light. "Is that the Scud?" he thrilled, growing almost sick wjth sudden fear .. "If so, it's about up with me! She's headed right on. Thank goodness she's far enough away so that I can strike out of her course." Turning, Tom swam on a line parallel with the shore. It was not long before he discovered that the on-coming craft had a fore-and-aft rig. "A schooner? Why, then, confound it, that's not the Send! Glory !-if I can reach her!" Turning in the water, Radcliffe, str iking out bard, made strong efforts to get in the path of the port-making craft. Despite the brislmess of th<'l breeze, the schooner was making slow headway. "It's a yacht," discovered the boy. "Her lines show that. Skipper must be strange to Greenport, so he's mak ing in slowly." "And a quarter---seven !" rang a loud voice. r, Sounding his way in, that. skipper is," murmured the hard-swimming boy. "\.Yith seven fathoms of water under his keel, I hope the skipp er won't get reckless and scoot in before I can get over there!" Onward, for perhaps two hundred yards, Tom swam. judged, he was as near to the schooner as he could get. "Schooner ahoy! Help!" Radcliffe bawled. "Help! I'm overboard!" "Who's that hailing?" yelled a voice, and Tom saw a man leap to the rail of the trim-looking schooner. "Man overboard, out here in the water. Pick me up, please!" Hurried orders rang out on the schooner's deck. Then she hove to. "Where are you?" came the hail. "Keep calling." Tom felt wholly satisfied with life when he saw a put off from the schooner yacht's side His voice guided the boat's crew. In a few moments 'l'om found himself being hauled into the gig. Two minutes later-he was aboard the yacht, being stared at by a curious skipper and an equally curious owner. "What happened, lad?" demanded the skipper. overboard from a fishing boat," Tom replied. "Couldn't make anybody hear, but I must have knocked a life preserver over, too, when I went, and so I didn't go to the locker." "Humph!" grunted the skipper, as if this explanation dic'ln't explain Then: "You must know this harbor, lad." "I do." "How's the depth of water?" "How much do you draw, captain?" "Eight and a half feet." "You don't have to keep that man up forward with the sounding lead any more then," laughed "With a draught of only eight and a half feet you can almost run up r on the beach on this bay. Why, you can move right


THE EASIEST EVER. in and tie up to the dock. There'.;; sixteen feet of water I at low tide, off the end of the dock." "Maybe you can pilot us in," hinted the captain. "Sure I can/' agreed the boy. The owner, a stout, pleasant-looking, red-faced man of middle age, who had stood by smoking his cigar, now walked away. Tom stood by the captain, helping the latter to guide the schooner yacht for the deck. A few minutes later a landin g was made at the dock Now, the owner, his fog coat laid a s ide, came out on deck. "You're not coming aboard again to-night, Mr. Hume?" asked the skip per. "No, captain ; I shall s tay at Mr. Crane's Hume! The mention of that name brou gh t mu c h back to Tom. Dripping and chilled as the boy was, h e didn't hurry home, but walked slowly across the dock, close to the yacht's owner. "So you're Mr. Hume?" began Tom. "Yes; that's my name, lad." "I believe you're the real est ate man that Mr. Crane expects," hinted Tom. "You'v e c ome down here to help him arrange for s ome property." "What do you know about me, or think you know?" ques tioned Mr. Hume, stopping and lookin g keenly at the boy. "Why, I know what you're down h ere for, Mr. Hume. You're to arrange the b est prices you can o n the bay s hore farms that Mr. Crane ::ind his friends want. That being the case, I expect to see a good deal of you, Mr Hume." "Why?" shot out the real estate man, "Well," smiled the boy,, "happening to get wind of what was up, I've taken the trouble to get control of those farms. You'll haye to deal with me, I suppose." "You?" "Well, the options are in my mother's name, but I'm handling the deal," Tom rejoined a s modestly as he could "I'm the one you'll have to deal with if you wan't any bay frontage for Crl}ne and hi s friends "Is that so?" asked Hurne," smiling. "How many of the shore farms do you control?" "The whole eleven that your people want to get." "What are you asking?" Promptly as could be Tom Radcliffe shot out the price: "Ninety-five thousand dollars!" Mr. Hume's eyes twinkled in a most tantalizing way as he inquired : ', "Did you pay money for the options that you claim to have?" "Of course I did, Mr. Hume." "Then I'm very much afraid you've thrown some good money away, Mr.--" "Tom Radcliffe i s my name." "Radcliffe, I hope you're not going to appointed. Good-night!" i be terribly disj Hume walked briskly away, leaving Tom with a fast. sinking heart. "His eyes seemed to be mocking me," quivered the boy. "What does it all mean? Oh, patience, Tom, old chap! You'll find out if you wait a little!" In the warm summer air Tom's drenched clothing dried during his brisk walk home "I seem bound to get in the water to-day, mother," he laughed. "I just s lipped 'in off a boat. But I'm almost dry. I don't need to change now." Then Tom put in his time walking about the yard for nearly and hour. He had much to think over and puzzle out. At the end of that time, with matters not much better solved, he espied the light of an automobile coming down the stree t. The machine slowed as it neared his front gate. Then he heard a voice demand : "Is this whe re young Radcliffe lives?" "Yes/' ,replied the voice of Digby Crane. "Oh, Radcliffe! At home?" hailed JI.Ir. Hume, through th e darkness Tom ran swiftly out to the machine. "Thia," smiled Hume, turning to Mr. Crane, "is the young Oroesus who informed me that he had secured con trol of the bav frontage./, "I do cont;ol it," Tom repeated, solemnly. "That being the case, my young friend," Hume went on, in a kindly, good natured voice, "I advise you to retrench on your inve s tment, if ther e is yet time. I am at liberty to t ell you, now, something that I couldn't mention until I had seen my people. I have secured a big tract of sea frontage elsewhere, and Mr. Crane and his friends have decided that they don't waut the Greenport property." "Don't want it?" echoed T'om, aghast, a.11 his dreams o f wealth toppling in an in sta nt. "No; I'm sorry if you've been bitten at all, my lad. Maybe you can get the option money back, or sell the op tions to someone e lse, if you didn't mention too generous prices in those options. I only right and good natmed to stop a:nd t e ll you thi s I'm ,off now on the late train to close the deal for the other property. My yacht goes back in the morning. I must hurry, now, so as not to miss my train. I'm sorry for you, Radcliffe, and hope you'll find some profitable way out. Good night!" The auto was gone with a whirr, leaving Tom Radcliffe looking dazed. CHAPTER VIII. THE MYSTERY OF THE DEEP "Now," began Ted Denton, settling himself back on the cushions of the sloop's s tanding-room seats, "if you think the time has come you can give me some sort of hint of what's what?" It was late in the forenoon of the next clay. Several things had happened. In the fir s t place, early in the morning, the late skipper


20 THE EASIEST EVER. of the wrecked and burned ste amer, Magic, had rounded up "Well, you can certainly depend on Joe. But does he the youngsters and had taken them down to the hotel. know where to send word to you?" There, in the presence of the passengers and crew, Cap-"I'll telephone him every night, and give an assumed tain Marston had made a neat, brief little speech of thanks name, so that Central won't know who's calling Joe up." for the heroism of the boys on a rough sea, and had wound "That's not a bad scheme, as far as it goes." up by handing them a purse of reward-more than two "More than that," Tom went on, "Joe will get letters hundred dollars. me, dated in the city. He'll show those letters when Right on top of this Tom had proposed a trip to the city they'll do any good." on some of the money. "Oh, I begin to see," grinned Ted. Ted bad eagerly agreed, and had secured permission at "So I think," predicted Tom, "that we'll all three enjoy home, more especia lly as Mr s Radcliffe, leaving Elsie with this wee k of lazy cruising. And, by that time, I'll have a neighbor, was to go along an idea whether Hume is bluffing, or whether he's r eal ly Tom had escort e d his mother and his chum to the raila dead horse." way station "It's all pretty well thought out," grunted Ted. "Isn't 'l'he news had quickly gotte n about Greenport that the it, Mrs. Radcliffe?" three were jo11rneying cityward. "Tom seems to have all hi s father's faculty for such They bad gone off on the train but had left that train thing s," replied our hero 's mother. at another seaport sta tion some dozen miles along the "And 'rom's going to win out-somewhere-something," coast. prophe s ied Ted Denton. Here our hero had rented a cabin s loop for a week, had "I hope s o replied Mrs. Radcliffe, softly. bought some proYisions, and now had his little party out "In the meantime," Tom proposed, joyously, "I'm going on the water, skirting the coast. 1 to get all the fun that can be had out of this week of solid Ted had s ubmitt e d to it all in s ilent wonder but now he t cruising comfort. We'll put in every night for news by thought himself entitled to somethin g liKe an explanation. phone, and s leep at an ch orage. Oh, it'll be a week of "I guess tlie best I can do, Teel, is to let you have a famou s fun, even if it doesn't bring fortune!" glimpse of the who le game," Tom proposed "It's good to be out here," declared T ed, glancing first So he rapidly narrated all that had happened. Ted at the coast a mile away, and then out over the broad At listened in a good deal of wencler. Mrs Radcliffe by this time, knew of the adventure with Cap Grange "So you 're not going to maJ

THE EASIEST EVER. "Why," throbbed Ted, the first to make the discovery, steamer moved closer and closer. "But here comes some "that's the Scud!" wind. We can get out of the steame r 's path now." "So it is!" gulped Tom. "Gracious! We've got to "I don't want to get away," retorted Captain Tom, eass tand away from that pirate!" ing off his sheet. "I'm getting curious to know what that He steered again out into the open sea, hoping thus to s t e amer 's skipper thinks we are." keep away from Cap Granger, who, our h ero hoped, had As the steaine r, a tramp craft of 'Some three thousand not yet recognized him. tons, came closer, Tom found it necessary to haul in his "What's happening aboard the Scud?" demanded Ted, sheet and use more headway in order to be s ure of keeping suddenly. hi s own little craft out of harm's way. "Jupiter! It's a fight!" blazed Tom, after a swift look. Suddenly over the water came the hail: "It's a mutiny-that's what it i s," exclaimed Denton. "Scud, ahoy!" "The Swede and the Italian are attacking Grange! There! "Ahoy!" 'rom shouted back. 'l'here goes the Swede down, and Grange has drawn a gun, "Whew uttered Ted, who had come aft. "Now I think looks like, on the Italian." of it, this craft does look just lik e the Scud." Whatever the trouble was aboard the Scud, that craft, "Where's Captain Grange?" came the hail from the ju s t before dark, was observed to be putting in for s hore. tramp s teamer's deck. "They didn't recognize us, then," sig hed Tom, in great 'c:Below, s ick, sir," answered Tom Radcliffe, on the spur reli ef "I'm mighty glad they had their own troubles to of the moment. take up their mind s." "You 're attending to things for him?" It would be dreadful for s uch people to overhaul us out "Yes, sir." here on the broad ocean!" s huddered Tom's mother. "Ready for th e s plash?" The fresher breeze was beginning to die .out again, com"Yes, sir," assented T-om, wonde rin g what it all meant. ing now only in puff s "Stand by, then We' re going ahead," came from the "We re as likely a s not to put in a night o.ut h e re on the tramp steamer's bridge. deep water, after all,'' grumbled Tom, s itting li s tlessly by 'l'here was the s plash of something thrown overboard th e wheel. from the steamer's rail. Teel, to s tretch his legs, walked forward, s tanding by the "See it?" came from the s team er. mast. 11Yes, sir,'' Tom agreed, as 1ie and Ted peered hard at The sight of asteamer's light s a couple of miles away, something floating on the water between the big and the rncalled Tom to their dutie s little craft "Get the masthead light and run it up, Ted," he calle\1. "Get it, then!" shouted the voice from the s teamer's "\Ye don't care to be run down and s unk while lying here bridg e "Good luck and good-night!" helpless." Clang! 'rhe big tram p's engine-room bell sounded for The tackle rattled on the stillness of the night as the ahead at half speed. lantern was run up into its place. A hundred yards away someth in g was floating and bob-There was just wind enough now to make headway sebing on the water in the tramp steamer's wake. cure. "Whatever it is," glowed Tom, "we'll soon know." Tom kept his eye on the distant port, re s olved to mak e T e d armed himself with the boathook, whil e Tom, manse of every breath of air toward reaching neuvering gently, ranged alongside. "I wish that craft over there could spare us a little of "It's a cork float," reported Ted, from the rail. its steam power," he murmured to his mother. "Get it aboard." "What's that chap over there doing with a yard -arm After a couple of failures Ted succeeded in getting on light?" called Ted, suclden}y, and pointing at the steamer, the deck a big block of cork. which was drawing nearer Attached to it was a rope made secure l y fast to the float. "Seems to be signa ling," replied Tom, curiously "It From the other encl of this rope dangled a curious pa ck can't be to us, anyway." age, about a foot square and nearly a foot in depth. "I'll see," grinned Ted, mischievously. ''Wrapped in rubber," reported Ted, bringing this packSeizing the rope of their own masthead light tackle, he age toward our hero moved the lantern up and down repeatedly. In a few moments Ted Denton had the rubber wrapping "Why, I believe they are answering us from that steam -off the package, which proved to contain a black box of er," cried Tom. "What on earth can it mean?" Russia leather. "I'll keep on, and see if I can find out," laughed Ted From a ring in the box dangled a key. making the lantern dance a jig near the masthead There were two locks on the box. Using the k:ey, Ted "Jupiter! The y're steaming closer to us!" muttered opened both locks of the box, removed a lot of fine tissue Tom. "What on earth do they take us for?" paper paddings. "One would almost think thev w ere trying to run us Then, all of a sudden, the tl1ree beholders gave a gas:p down," grumbled Ted, as, m the bJackness of the night, in the sam e breath.


22 THE EASIES. T EVER. Rich, blazin g gleaming, glorious fire flasi1ecl up at them from the scores of little objects in the box. There could be no mistaking "Diamond s !" quavered all three, in the same voice Diamonds these gems indeed were-a splendid, princ e ly collection of unset gems of the finest and largest. "Well, of all the mysteries of the deep!" gurgled Tom Radcliffe, s lowly, as he blinked after the lights of the mov ing ste amer. CHAPTER IX. PIRATES. "Why, there must be a fortune there!" cried Mrs Rad cliff e "A fortune?" uttered 'l'ed, drily n eed any real estate deal s now." "Or wouldn t, if these diamonds Tom: Hather We don t were ours," replied "Well," challenged Ted, "aren't they?" "What right haYe we got to them?" "We found them." it aboard, wi"th the package attached. Then, a short sail to a seaport town where there are no customi;, officei:s. With that, the diamonds are smuggled in, duty-free. Could anything be easier? Could a profit be much more easily made?" "Then Grange, being a criminal against the United States laws, can't claim these diamonds," _hinted Ted. "No; he wouldn't dare to go to law about it." "Nor would any one else "Then to whom do these diamonds belong?" Ted sprang, as a poser "As near as I ca n :figure it," Tom replied, "these dia monds are s ilent evidence of a crime against the United States government. Therefore, the diamonds belong to the United States government unless an owner will como forward." "And you're going to turn them over?" choked Ted. "I'm going to notify the nearest customs house, at Burke Harbor, and let the government folks do as they think best." "That seems to be the only honest course," approved "Tru e," nodded Tom, g lowing. "But they weren't inMrs. Radcliffe 1 tended for us." "They w ere chucked overboard, and we were told to pick 'cm np We obeyed orders "So that makes the diamonds ours?" laughed Tom. "Yes it is the only hon e s t thing to do," agreed Ted. "But," with a heavy sigh, "I wish it was equally hone st to keep tho s e beauties !'' Torn laughed, while Ted went on: "When the government folks :find out, I see Grange's :finish." \ "But I'ru afrai, Ted, our claim isn t quite clear For one thing, we represented this craft to be the Scud, and we claimed that Grange was aboard. Now, these diamonds were dropped overboard on the under standing that they "I see our finish," our hero retorted, sobe rly, "if Grange were to fa ll into Captain Grange's hands kee ps at large lon g enough to suspect u s and :find 11s." "But what would he be doing with 'em?" challenged There was silence, mostly, after that, on the run to the T ed harbor, some :five miles an hour, where Tom had decided "That's so," 'l'om admitted. to pass the night. The three people on the little s loop gazed at each other, The wind freshening, they made the run in less than then at the diamonds, next back into each other's eye s an hour, coming to anchor in an almost deserted little bay It was all such a huge puzzle. some half a mile from town "I'd like to think we really could claim these beauties!" Tom hauled in the sma ll boat towing astern, steppe d throbbed Tom. in and pulled to the town. "At all events," hinted Ted, "we certainly won t give "I got Joe on the 'phone," he reported, when he came 'em up until we've thought the matter mighty well over." ba ck: "Joe has noticed no signs on the part of Crane's "How did those diamonds come to be thrown over crowd." board?" ask ed :Mrs. Radcliffe. "Why were they intended "It's too early for that," suggested Ted. for a man like Captain Grange, since he isn't wealthy "Yes; it must b e." enough to afford such. lu xuries?" "Did you send word to th(,:l customs folks?" "I guess it's a case for the United States revenue peo"No; the customs house would be closed at this time ple," returne d Tom drily. of the night." "Is this a smuggling game?" breathed Teel. "Say," put in Ted, suddenly, "you'll have to give your "It looks like nothin g else," Tom r eplied, taking the name to the customs people." wheel once more "Let us figure it out. There's a duty "I suppose so." on such gems coming into the count:i;y. Now, dishonest "And then the whole thing will get in the newspapers," s kipp ers, sa iling from the other side, can arrange with a tantalized 'J'ed. "The Crane crowd will see the story, and pret e nd ed fishing vessel on this s id e to b e on the lookout then they'll know you're not in the city. They'll put two The lliamonds are secure ly packed, and then dropp ed overaucl two together, and wonder why you're here, when you board, the package being -tied to a cork ffoat. All a man sa id you were going to the city." like Grange ha s to do is to secure the cork fl.oat and haul 'l'om's face fell blankly.


THE EASIE.S'l' EVER. "I hadn't thought .of that," he gasped. "Well, I'll have to think tlta thing out through the night." "I feel like turning in," observed Mrs. Radcliffe, drowsily. So the boys pulled their own mattresses and bedding out into the <.tandi?:lg room, after which they gave up the cabin to Mrs. Radcliffe Lying down, Torn and Ted talked, drowsily for a while, then both fell sound asleep. Perhaps two hours later, when the hole town was asleep, the twin searchlights of a big touring car showed on a cliff road overlooking the bay. The three men in it made use of a light glass, looking over the bay for a few moments. Then, turning out the lights, they hurried down to the bay, found a small boat, "borrowecl" it, and rowed out to the little sloop. "It's the Radcliffe crowd!" whispered Cap Grange, vengefully, as he caught sight of the boys' faces above the bedding Cautiously the Italian stole aboard :first. There was the smell of chloroform in the air as he sto l e away from the boys to the cabin door. A few moments later, followed by another sme ll of chloroform, the Italian crept out of the little cabin grimly passing the black box to dap Grange. "The unhung scoundrels!" raged Grange, virtuou s ly. "We'll fix them for this." "'l'he knife?" whispered the Italian, eagerly. "No! We'll give them a sailor' s grave!" uttered Grange, gruffly. There was no need for as much si l e nce now. The boat's dastardly crew of three made a little noise on the hull of the boat below the water. "We've settled them for good and all," grumbled Grange, gruffly, as he ordered his men to row away from the scut; tled sloop, with its chloroformed human freight. "That craft will be on the bottom in three minutes!" CHAPTER X. THE NIGHT OF TORMENT. A full minute went by, during which the water crept in to a depth of several inches in the cabin. It would soon be in the s tanding-room. Tom stirred, under the influence of a bad drean1. Then, with a start, he awoke, drowsily, s hivering with the dre ad that the dream had ieft upon him. In the open air the effect of chloroform does not la s t long. Tom lay blinking up at the s tars, hi s nerve gradually coming bac k to him as the bad dream wore away. ''J;shaw I'm not going to lose my night's sleep for one dream !" he grunted, and turned over to go to sleep again. As he turned, his face was toward the cabin door. ''Why, that was closed when I went to sleep," he IDUt .. tered. He looked at the open de>orway curiously. As he was about to drop off to sleep again, Tom's nos trils were assailed by a s weetish, heavy odor. "What's that?" he wondered, sitting up. Looking down at his side, he found a cloth. Sna.tching it up, he held it to his nostrils. "Jnpiter !"he howled, jumping up. He darted into the cabin now. Splash! His legs, al. most to his knees, sloshed in the inrushing water. "Mother!" he shouted, and shook her. But Mr s Radcliffe, thoroughly unde:r the influence of the s trong fumes, did not rouse. "Ted!" quivered the boy, racing out on deck. He bent over and shook his chum, but 'Ted, with some of the chloroform fumes on his lung s and in his brain, stirred only s tupidly. "Ted!" panted Torn, shaking hi s chum again, and as hard as he could. "Rouse We're sinking T ed not doing more than to mumble, Tom took up with heroic measures. Bink! bink bink 'I'om's heavy shoes played tattoo all over Ted's legs and body. "Quit that!" yelled Ted, in s leepy anger. Bink! bink bink "Say," growled Ted, in an u g ly mood, "quit that, or I'll get up and lick you !" ''You can't! You dassen't !"taunted Tom. Bink! bink bink "I'll show you!" roared Teel, leaping up s tupidly. But Tom caught him, winding hi s arms around his chum. "Ted Don't you understand? We've been choloro formed and the sloop is si nking! H e lp me to get my mother out of the berth! Quick, for all our lives!" B y means of more thorough s haking, Ted's scattered, doped faculties were roused to something like working order. He followed Tom into the cabin. Between them they lifted Mr s Radcliffe bodily, carrying her out, in her night clothing, wrapped in a blanket, and placing her on the seats. "Haul that tend er alongside like lightning!" roared Tom, as he turned and datted back into the rapidly filling cabin. For just an instant he halted in his errand long enough to grope for the diamonds. "Gone!" he gritted. "Of course! Now I know just where to look for the doer of this job." As rapidly as he could, he seized up all of his mother's discarded clothing. With this he dashed out into the s tanding-room. The s loop had but a few moments longer to keep her rail above the water. Ted stood with the painter of the tender alongside. "Help me to put mother in the stern," directed f'om. This was speedily done, her clothing being dropped into the sma ll boat beside her. The two boys dropped :i.nto the small boat speedily.


THE EASIEST EVER. Tom seized an oar and shoved off. Then with both oars he rowed a hundred yards away from the sinking craft. "We couldn't have saved the sloop," he muttered. "We were lucky to save ourselves," chattered Ted "Look over there!" cried Tom, scanning the shore and espying the sudden looming out of bright twin lights on the cliff road. Then, with a heavy jarring of machinery, the lights be gan to move. "Grange has got the diamonds in his own hands, and nearly settled with us," uttered Tom, grimly. "Thank goodness, then, he's going!" breathed Tl3d. "So's the sloop-look!" With a final plunge their late pleasure craft slipped be-. low the waters After a few moments only her masthead remained above the surface of the bay. Tom, bending to the oars, his eyes on his sleeping moth er's face, rowed slowly to the shore. Just as they beached, the slight shock, backed by the :fresh air, made Mrs. Radcliffe open her eyes. After a few minutes the boys had her thoroughiy re vived. Then they left her to don her clothing. "Ifve heard about the strenuous life, boys," she laughed, as she called them back, dressing. "If this is a sample, I like it. After a brief talk they decided to go into the town, find the hotel, and put up there for the night. As soon as he reached his room, Tom sat down and, with Ted's help, penned a brief, anonymous letter to the Col lector of the Burke Harbor Customs House. The letter contained all the information that was 1needfol for setting the government people hot on Cap Grange's trail. A second letter, unsigned, informed the owner of the scuttled Bloop where he would find his craft. The let ter wound up with: "Within a few days the writer will see you and settle the bill for raising your sloop." Tom and Ted went together to the local post-office ancl mailed these letters. "What now?" asked Ted, as they returned to their room and began to undress. I "Boating is too expensive under present conditions," smiled Tom. "In the morning I think we had better run fifteen or twenty miles further up the railroad line to some very small town and stay tliere until things are ripe for going back to Greenport." ored man, whom Tom had found and He paased as the servant of the party. They entered a cab, the colored inan riding on the box with the driver. Their first stop was at the hotel, where Tom, known to every Greenporter, paralyzed the proprietor by registering his party and calling for a suite of rooms. "You must have been flourishing, Tom," gasped the pro.prietor. "Slightly," smiled Torn, quietly, passing over a neat, engraved card. The card stated that he represented the Greenport Realty Improvement Company. "What does this mean?" gasped the boniface, looking from the card to dandy Tom and his c1anc1y party, including the dandy colored man, who stood waiting with the hanu baggage of the party. "Oh, I dic1 hear something about your mother getting some farm options." it," smiled Tom, genially. "Greenport is going to boom as a summer place after There's going to be big business in the dull old town." "Who's going to do it?" questioned the landlord. "Well, some New York capitalists are going to help out a bit," Tom quietly. "They'll be here to-morrow, and we'll close matters up soon. They'll take some of the land, and on the profits I'm going to have a slice myself. You'll see some astonishingly big building here before the summer is over. But I tell you any more, Mr. Lane, until the big plans are further along." 'l'om and Ted, as soon as they found themselves alone in their suite, looked hard at each other. "This style is taking the last dollar we had," grimaced Tom. "We can run about two days longer on the money we've got." '"Then back to the woodpile," retorted Ted, drily. Landlord Lane didn't need any more particulars than he had received at the desk. He added the rest for himself in his hurried, gossipy flight through the main street. Inside of an hour the excitement had spread. The farmers whose options Tom held flocked to the hotel. Tom met them all with a smiling face, assuring them that the options would be speedily cashed in. Some of the farmers now put on long faces, hinting that they really ought to receive more for their farmt>. "Gentlemen," spoke Tom, bri s kly, "the profit belongs to the man with the brains. You're all g e tting fift y per cent. more than your places were worth a fortnight ago. That's being generous enough with you. The rest of the profit goes where it belongs-to the promoters." .!'It's a "Shanie," growled out Farmer Brent. "\Yith all Just a week later T 'om, his mother and his chum alighted the money that's going, we ought to get more of it. We at Greenport from a through train. furnish the land, don't we?" That was done. There was a big change in the appearance of all three. "A week ago you woulc1 have been tickled to death to They looked as if \hey had been to the city, and as if sell for what you're now getting," Tom retorted. l:hey had fared there. "I'm going to see my lawyer about that option," grunted All three were fashionably dressed. Brent. "I'm not going to sell at any such price as you've There was a fourth member of their party-a dandy colgot me down for, if the lnwyer find any way out of it."


THE EASIEST EVER. "Run right along and see your lawyer," Tom adviseJ, cheerfully. Then he dismissed the farmers who had thronged his suite by hinting that his party wanted their supper. By the time that the two boys were alone Tom's face looked almost haggard. "We're playing our last card now, Ted," he whispered "If the bluff doesn't work on the Crane crowd we're done for.'; "I can hardly believe that it will work," Ted replied slowly. "Still, never say die, old fellow!" "Especially after we've dropped our last dollar into the game,'' Tom laughed nervously. "How?" asked Tom, with pretended innocence. "You senda da customs folks after us. We nearly get caught,'' scowled the Italian. "I did-what?" gasped Tom. "Oh, that all right. Bluff is no good," snapped the boy's captor. "We know what you do. No good lie!" The fellow reached inside his vest with a gesture so threatening that Tom decided not to talk any more than he had to. "Oh, Cap Grange, he fixa you all right," growled the fellow, letting his hand fall again. "He is mad all the way through with you, Cap Grange." "I've got my life to think of now," shuddered the boy. "Grange isn't the kind of man to balk at a killing. I'll Not a word had Uncle Sam's customs people let out con-be it, too, if I don't hurry up and think out some good line cerning Cap Grange and his crew. of talk." Tom, by his cautious queries, was able only to learn that Tom's mind burned actively for the next two hours. Grange and hi.s fellows had not been seen in town lately, Then came the crunching of the heavy-footed Swede and that the Scud remained at her anchorage. through the underbrush once more. He was followed by "'Tirnn the customs people are on the trail, but Grange his leader. and the others got wind of it and got out in time," rom declared to his chum. Cap Grange stood looking down at the boy for a mo-ment before he uttered: Tom and Ted slept in adjoining rooms that night. "Huh!" It was after midnight when a dark face appeared outside the open windows of our hero's room. Tom charged straight. to the point. The owner of that dark face, Grange's Italian. listened "What have you gone to all this trouble for, Cap for some time to the boy's regular breathing. Grange?" he demanded. Then into the room he crept. "You've been breaking in on us and stealing our goods. Again there was a smell of chloroform in the air as the And you've warned the customs folks and spoi led a good thing." Italian glided to the window and signaled silently. In another moment Dalsen, the gloomy Swede, was in "See here,'' demanded Tom, briskly, "why do you think the room. you've got any fault to find? If anybody tried to scuttle Stealthily they bound the boy and fastened a chloroformyour boat while you were asleep on it wouldn't you do anysoaked cloth over his mouth and nostrils. thing you could to make things warm for party?" .A few minutes more and they had unconscious Tom "Then yuu admit, Radcliffe, that you sent words to the Radcliff e clown to the ground nutside. customs people?" Swiftly they pushed the boy's body inside a long sack. ''Yes, I did,'' Tom hurled out the straight truth. "But With this sack slung to a pole they stole off in the night . that was after you had tried to kill me, and my mother and It was more than an h2ur and a half later when Tbm my friend with me." Radcliffe really awoke. "We could have killed you all as you slept," growled Bound, he was lying on the ground in the depths of a Grange. "I'm sorry we didn't." forest. "And now," hurled out Tom, "you have the cheek to ask .As stirred, the Italian to him. me why I set the officers on your track." "So you are awake?" grinned the Italian. "Dal sen, our "Anyway,'' sneered Grange, "you can't claim you had funny little fellow is awake." any grudge against me the night the Magic burned-that ''.Awake, is he?" growled the Swede, lumbering over and is, when you stole that box of diamonds from their hiding .. looking down at the captive. "That is good. I tank I place in the cabin of the Scud." start for Cap Grange now. I tank our boy, maybe, sleep "And I didn't take any diamonds that night, either,,, much time after Cap Grange see him!" Tom maintained. the Swede's heavy feet crunched in the under"Oh, you liar!" brush as he strode away. "What makes you think I took them ?" CHAPTER XI. TOM. HURLS OUT THE STRAIGHT TRUTH. "Why couldn't you minda your own business?" growled the Italian, seating himself beside our hero. "You spoila da good business for us." "Didn't Josh Darby himself tell me he had seen you going ashore in a hurry with a long black box?" "And you never had the brains to think that Darby got 'em himself!" sneered the boy. Grange started and looked somewhat thoughtful. ''You follow him up, as you've followed me up,'' chal-


r" 'v THE EASIEST EVER. Tom Radcliffe "and get from Darby what II and Dalsen had bolted pell-mell at the first note you ll never get from me-your diamonds of warnmg. Cap Grange scowled, but made no answer to this propo-Now feet sounded rushing through the underbrush of the si tion. forest. Instead, he looked .aTOund at the Swede and the Italian, It was lazy Sile Higgins, .. strange to say, who got there and then finally back at Radcliffe. first. "At any rate, boy, you're the one that broke up our fine He caught sig h tof Tom, saw the sprouting :flames, and and big-paying game of smuggling diamonds and other made a dash for the sapling things into the country. You'll have to answer for that." Stamp stamp stamp Dropping his empty shotgun, "How?" demanded Tom. Sile got that budding fire out in short order. "Full particulars are not forthcoming yet," grinned Cap Tom in the meantime had directed seven other men Grange," savagely. "But you ll know the full programme which way to go in pursuit of Grange and Dalsen. in a little while." "We didn't get here many minutes too soon," grinned Tom, lying on his back, watched them as the three men Sile, as he whipped his pocket-knife and began to slash moved about in that darkest hour before the dawn. at the cords that held the boy where he was. All their work he could not see, but he knew that they "How on earth did you come to be here at all?" chatseemed to be gathering a good deal of brush and such stuff. tered Tom, as he stepped a .way, free The gray light was in the eastern sky when Grange and "It was Millie Stuart sent our crowd up here." the Italian came after him. "How did she ccme to be up at daylight ?1 demandeO. "If every dog has his day," smirked Grange, "this is astounded Tom. yours Come on There was no "come" about it. They lifted him, carry ing him for a little distance between the trees They halted before a strong young sapling To this, standing him on his feet, they tied ';['om. "Now, you git off on lookout," advised Grange, turning to the Italian. After that the l eader and his gloomy Swede laid a lot of li ght brush at Tom's feet. Above this they began to pile fagots, and then wood of some size. ."What on earth are you fellows up to?" challenged Tom. "Last to tell us where that box of diamonds is,' Grange answered, without stopping his infernal work. "But I can't tell you, man!" throbbed Tom. "Then we're going to burn yon alive where you stand!" CHAPTER XII. CON CI, USION. "Help! help!" screamed Tom, at his loudest. "Gimme me a match, Dalsen," requested the captain. F l are! Grange touched the little :flame to the dried grass under the lowermost brush. Crackle! Tiny flames began to shoot up, as the. smallest wood ignited. The :flames were just beginning to warm the skin of his bare legs. In another few seconds the real agony would begin. Crack! Cap Grange and Dalsen, who had retreated a few yards, started at the report of a pistol. Then came the Italian's voice, shouting: "Maka da quick sneak, Cap! Dey come!" Another pistol-shot, and then a small volley from shot guns, close at hand "Make quick time here!" shouted our hero, as the flames began to scorch. "It's I-Tom Radcliffe! They've got me tied to a tree and a fire burning under me! Quick!" "She's been up for hours, like every one else," Sile re sponded "Like every one else?" "Sure. The whole town has been up :mpst of the night, lad. Oh, I tell you, Ted Denton roused every one out of bed to go on the hunt." "Then Ted missed me ?" "Sure enough It seems Ted had such a tough dream about you that, when he woke, he went into your room. Found no one there, of course, aud nothing but the smell of chloroform. Then he rousted out a lot of folks and sent 'em to roust out the rest o' the town. We've all been searching ever since Ted told us if we found Cap Grange or either of his crew we'd know where to look for you We sent parties out most every other way, but it, was little :M:illie who thought of this hill road. So up we posted, and as we was coming we heard that yell of youfs. Then we closed in fast. "You don't look much like traveling," grinned Sile, looking again at Tom, who wore only the pajamas in which he had been pulled from his bed. "Not having any shoes is the worst of it," laughed Tom "But I'll make out to get to town." And make out he did. While he hurried back to his uite, to greet his mother, the ringing fire bells called in the searchers Greenport's citizens determined not to put in more time on the trail of the Grange crowd, who were believed to be traveling away from town as fast as they could go. By the time that Tom had finished a hasty but hearty breakfast there was a crowd before the hotel. But :Millie and her mother were the honored ones. Tom led them up to his mother, chatted with them a few minutes, then hurried below again. But by ten o'clork Tom was up stairs again, in a room that he and Ted had hastily converted into an office.


THE EASIES'l' E VER. The dandy c olored man wa.s put put in the hallway at the door. Then for another hour Tom ancl Teel waited and chafed Solemnly, silently, the colored man stepped into the room, l aying a card in Tom's hand. "Mr. Hume?" ask e d Tom, reading the card with a solemn face and quiet tone. "Tell him I s hall be g lad to see him for a few moments." Then in came the real estate man, smiling and hearty. "Just got a minute, boys," h e greeted them, shaki ng hand s with each "I hear you are budding out in earnest in the real estate field, so I dropped in on my way to the train to ext end you my congratulations Ancl I hear you've got buyers for your frontage here?" "Yes," admitted Tom, coolly. "Good I'm g lad you've panned Hume, beaming. out so well," crie d "We're going to pan out very well, I think; thank you," Tom re s umed, politely. "And s ince you don't want to sell to our people, you'll be glad to know that I 've succeeded in suiting them. I've bought for them a Vf!:ry pretty tract of four thousand acres up at Dove Haven. Crane is so much taken with it that he's going to build up there. His place here in Greenport is going into the If you're going to keep on in real estate, perhaps you'd like to take up Crane's place for sellin g." Ted b1ega n to look blue the gills, but he had the good sense not to speak. "I sha ll be very glad, indeed, to take up with property," Tom replied, "as soon as I begin to get rid of this other, bigger matter." "We might have bought here in the first place," Hume went on, good -hu moredly, "only we saw that you were dis posed to ask too much. So we went elsewhere." "You think we a s ked you too much, eh?" smi led Tom "Why, further experience has shown me that you were o f fered the land at too low a price." "Do you really mean. to say that you're getting more than eighty-five thousand dollars?;, Hume asked, lookin g interested. "Ninety-five was what I asked you," Tom broke in quietly. "What's your real asking price for that whole bunch of prop erty this morning?" bur s t out Hume. "To be exact, Mr. Hume, my price for the eleven farms, in a lump, is jus t one hundred and twenty thousand dol lar s;' "What are you a ski ng so much more now than you dicl a week ago?:> demanded Hume. "The property has risen in value." "Well, I'm sorry, but I see I can't do any business with you," sighed Hume, taking his hat and ri s ing. "Gus," called Tom, al s o taking his hat and rising Th e dandy colored man entered "Gus, I shan't be at hom e to any one to-day. Go to the office and order a buggy with a good hQrse. I'm going to take my mother driving, and then we'll be at the depot to meet our party. Tell any one who call s that I can't see any one before to-morrow." "But about tliis property? asked Hume, who didn't seem now in so much of .a hurry to go. "What about the property?" asked Tom, and sharp ly, moving toward the door. "Well-about the price?" "I understood that you had declined my price," said Tom, in polite .suri:irise, "and that there was to be no fur ther consideration of the matter." "Will you accept the fir st price you named-ninety-five thousand dollars ?" "I wouldn't even think of doing it," Tom replied, promptly. "A hundred thou sand?" "No, sir!" "One hundred and fiv.e, then? That's my top price "Not worth talking about," yawned Toru. "And you won't think me rude, will you, Mr. Hume? I mustn't keep my mother waiting." "Confound you!" roared Hume, all his bland good nature fading "Will you even stick to you r price of a minute ago-one hu.ndrecl and twenty thousand dollars?" "For the next minute or so, perhaps," Tom admitted. "Oh, I'd have to have two or three days to talk it over with my people," urged Hume "And in a little over an hour I meet my other buyers," drawled T'om. "So, you see, it won't be any use to talk it over with Crane and his friends." "I'm not used to rushing a deal l ike this," cried Hume, te stily. "But will you wait until I see whether I can get any of my peop l e on the telephone'?" "I'll wait five minutes," Tom agreed. "But I can't girn up that drive." "Oh, hang the drive!" blurted his vis itor. "You wait here a few minutes, and I'll see what can be done over the telephone." "By the way," drawled Tom, after him, "I shall expect the fifty dollars of the purchase money to day, before bank closes, or the price will be off, anyway." Hume hurried away, grumbling und er his breath. "Oh, I hope they take it," came in a groaning whisper from T 'ed. "The sale is made," replied Tom, coolly. "Crane and hi s crowd may back out." "They won't Hume' s asking them over the 'phone i s only a matte r of form. H e knows thoroughly at this mo monet how high they're willing to go." Hume came back, perspiring freely. "Mr. Crane and one or two of his friends will be here at two o'clock, and I think--" began Hume. "But you knew that I wouldn't be here at two o'clock," Tom interrupted, coolly. "Not even to make the sale?" Mr. Hume, unless I can honestly say that I've made an I (_


THE EASIEST EVER. actual sale, then I shall be obliged to give my New York But Tom, when the whole deal was through, paid for the parties the first chance." raising of that sunken sloop; he paid 'Joe Atterbury the "But Crane can't get here this morning." handsome sum of one thousand dollars, and Ted got five "If he can't get here in half an hour, wi,th his checkthousand book, and ready to sign the papers, then, honestly, Mr. As soon as Joe acquired his money he kept his promise Hume, it doesn't 'Seem to me that he has one chance in a to his mysteriou s benefactor, J D. Enclosing two hun-hundred of getting the Greenport bay frontage. dred dollars in an envelope, he sent it to the general deliv"Oh -!" ery of the New York post-office, with a letter of grateful The second word that Hume jerked out was a profane thanks and a brief explanation of how he employed the one He followed this by saying: money to get the best of Darby. In due time he got an "I'll go to the 'phone again and see what can be done." unsigned answer to hi s letter say ing that the money was Hume was back in two minutes, saying: received. "Crane and two of his friends are on .their way here in The rest of a very hand some fortune Tom Radcliffe kept the auto, but Crane is mad and cranky about your way of for himself, his mother and sister, until, later on, Millie treating him." Stuart, too, became a member of the Radcliffe family. "It'll hardly do for Mr. Crane to get very cranky until By that time, however, our hero had made a few more he has the paper s all drawn up and signed," interposed sma ll "killings" in real estate ancl other ventures, though Tom, mildly "And I 'Suppose you understand, Mr. Hume, he is no longer compelled to "on a shoestring." that if the paper s aren't completed, and the certified checks Ted has won a very tidy fortune with that first start of in my hand before it's time to go to the train, then the five thousand, and Joe has done almost as well on a start deal is all off?" of one-fifth as much. "But there's no bank in this town to certify checks," proAbout three months after sale of the shore frontage tested Hume. Tom encountered Hume one day. "You're right. But there's a way of arranging with a ; By the way," said Tom, innocently, "if you haven't bank by telephone that's almost as. good as certifying done anything definite with that Haven frontage, I checks," Tom hinted. "Now, don't you think it would be might like to look into it with you." a good trick to hustle out and get a lawyer and his type"Don't you know a bluff when you hear one?" demanded writer in here, 'SO as to have the paper drawn up in record Hume, grinning. "There isn't any such place as Dove time?" Haven." Hume departed on the rush. Tom -turned to s mil e at "No?" asked Tom, in affected surprise "I never heard Ted, but said nothing. from my New York parties, either. They must have gone In just twenty minutes the pape1:s had been drawn up, to Dove Haven by mistake." Crane and his friends had sig ned with Mrs. Rad.Cliffe, and Mr. Hume stood staring after the young spec ulator as I Crane, Hume, 'l.1om and Ted were on their way by fast auto Tom stro ll ed s lowl y <}own the street to the neare s t bank, where Tom's big was cashed for "Huh!" grunted Hurne. "I used to think I was slick. him, since his mother had endorsed the check to hin1. I see, now, that I am the Easiest Ever I" This money Tom d eposited in Jlis own name, and the party returned. In the early afternoon revenue officers came in with Cap Grange and his two accomplices. They also brought with them Josh Darby, who was rather badly crippled. The three had caught Darby driving over a lonely road. They had tied him to a sapling, as they had done with Tom, and lighted a fire under him. This was to force Darby to tell where the diamonds were that he had tak!3n from the Scud's cabin. Revenue officers who were sea r ching that section heard Darby's shrieks, and closed in on the whole crowd. It was the revenue officers to whom Jos h afterward turned over the diamonds Cap Grange and hi s accomplices are now serving long terms as Federal prisoners. Josh Darb y will always be somewhat lame from the roasting of sinews in his left leg He closed out his business and property interest s in Greenport and moved away. 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HOW TO BECOME A SPEAKEJR.-Contai n ing four teen illustrations, giving tbe different positions requi s ite t o b e come a good speaker, read e r and e l ocutionist Also containing gem s from an the popular authors of prose and poet r y arranged i n the m09t simple and concis."! manner possible. No 40. _HOW TO DEBATE.-Giving rul es fo r cop.ducting de bates, outhnes for debater, qu est ions for dis c ussion and the med sources for procuring mation on the questions give n. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FL1R'l'.-The arts and w il esof flirtatio n tl'I fully explained by this little book. Besides the various methods of ha_r.dker cbief,_ fan, gl ove parasol, window and hat flirtation, it con a _foll hst of the language and sentiment of flowers, w hich I m_teresting to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be without one. No. 4. HOW '1' 0 DANCE is the title of a new and hand some little book jusl i ssued by Frank Tousey It conta ins full instruc tions in the art of d a n cing, etiquette in the ball-room and at partie1, how to drC'ss, and full directions for cal ling off in a ll povu l a 1 square dances No. 5. HOW T<;> LO\'E.'-A guide t o lov e, courtship and man1age, g1vmg sensible advi ce, rules and etiquette to be observed, with many curious and interesting things not g e n erally known No. 17. ROW 'l'O DRESS.-Contaiuing full instruction in the art of dressing and appearing well at hom e and ab r oad giving the se l ect ions of col o r s, material. and how to hav e them made u p. No. 18. HOW 'l'O BECOME BEAUTIFUL.-One o f the brightest and most valuable little books e\er given to the wor ld. Everybody wish es to know how to b<'come beantiful, hoth male and female '.l'he srcr e t is simple, and almo s t costless. Rea d this book and be convinced how to become beautiful. BIRDS AND ANIM ALS. No. 7. HOW 'l'O KEEP BfRDS.-Handsomely Hlustrated and contain ing full instructions for the management and trail)ing o f t he canary, mockingbird, bobolink. bla c kliird, paroquet, parrot1_etc No. 39. ROW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS AND RABBI'l'S.-A u se ful and instructive book. Handsome l y ill us trnted By Ira Drofraw. No. 40. HOW TO MAKE AND SET TRAPS.-Including h i nt1 on how to catch mol es weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and bird s. Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J. Harring t on K eene. / No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AN.D ANil\IALS .-A valuable book, giving instructions in collect ing, preparing, mou ntin1 and preserving birds, animals and in sects No. 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Giving com as to the m_anner an_d method of raising, keepi ng, tammg, breedmg, and managmg all kmds of pets; also giving fu ll instructions for making cages, etc. Fully explained by twenty-eigh t illustrations, making it the most complete book o f 'the kind e ver published. MISCELLANEOUS. No. 8. HOW TO BECOME A SCIENTIST,_.A u se ful and in structive book, giving a complete treatise on chemistry; also ex periments in acoustics, mechani cs, mathe matics, chemistry, and di ENTERTAINMENT. r ections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. Thi1 No. 9. HOW TO BECO:\IE A VENTRILo"QUIST.-By Harry book c;1.nuot b e equa l ed K ennedy. The secret given away. Every intelli!l"eut boy r e ading No. 14. HOW TO MAKE CANDY .....:A c otnplj!te band-boo k for t his book of instructions, by a practical professor (delighting multi-making all kinds of candy ice-cream, etc. t udes every night with his wonderful imitations), can master the No. HOW 'l'O BECOME AN' AUTJ:tOR.-Conlaining full art, and create any amount of fun for hims e lf and friends. It is the information regarding cho ice of subjects, the u se of words and t he greatest book <'Ver published. and there's millions (of fua,) in it. manne r of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also conta ining No 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-A valuab le informati on as to the neatness, legi bility and genera l com very valuable little book just publish ed A complete compendiui po.sition of manuscript, essentiftl to a successful author. By Prince o f games, sports, card diversions comic recitations, etc .. snitable Hiland. for parlor or drawing-room.entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A W OD m oney than any book pubhsh ed. derfu l book, containing usefu l and practical information in the No. 35. HOW 'l'O PLAY GAMES.-A complete and useful little treatment of ordinary dis e ases and ailments common t o e v er1 b ook, containing the rul es and r egulations of billiards, bagatelle, family. Abounding in useful and effective recipes for genera l c om b ackgammon, croqu e t d ominoes, etc. plaints. No. 36. HOW 'l'O SOLVE CO'N'UNDRUMS.-Containing all No. 55. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS.-Con the leading conundrums of the day, amus ing riddl es, curious catches taining valuable information regarding the collecting and arranginc a nd witty sayings. of and coi ns. Handsome ly illustrated. No. 52. HOW 'l'O PLAY llARDS.-A complete and handy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE.-By O ld King Brady, b ook, giving the rules and r.._ 'irections for playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known detective. I n which he lays down some va luable bage, Casino, Forty-Five, ce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker, and sens ible rules for beginners and also relates some adve nture1 Au ctio n Pitch. All Fours, and utiny other popular game's of cards. and exper ien ces of well-known detectives. No 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.-Containing over three bunNo. 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER-Con tain dred interesting puzzles and conundrums. with key to same. A ing u sefu l information regarding the Camera and how to wor k it: compl ete boo k. Fully illustrated. By A Anderson. also how to make Photographic l\Iagic Lantern Slides and o ther ETIQUE TTE. No. 13. HOW TO DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.-It ls a g reat life secret, and one that eve ry young man desires to know all abo u t. There's happiness in it. No. 33. HOW '1'0 REHA VE.-Containing the rules and etiquette of good society and the ee.siest and most approved methods of appearin g to goo d advantage at parties. balls, the theatre, church, and Transparencies. Handsomely illustrated. By Captain W. De W. Abney No. 62 HOW TO BECOME A WEST POINT MILITARY CADET.-Containing full explanations how to gain admittance, course of Examinations. Duties, Staff of Officers, Poat Guard, Police Rngnlations. Fire D e partment, and all a boy sho uld know to be a Cadet. C.:mpiled an < written by Lu S e narens, author of "How to Become a Naval Cadet." No. 63. HOW TO BEC0:\1E A NAVAJ, CADET.-Complete in strnctions of how to 11:ain admission to the Annapolis Naval DECLAMATION. Academy. 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ALREADY PUllLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal ; or, The Cutest Boy In Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck ; or, The Boy Who Succeeded. 3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Trick. 4 A Game ot Chance; or, The Boy Who Won Out. 15 Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Rallroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lakeview. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor In Green River. 8 The Wheel of Fortune; or, The Record of a Self-Made Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers of Wall Street. 10 A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys' Who Worked a Deserted Mine. 11 A Lucky Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston l:loy. 12 A Diamond in the Rough; or, A Brave Boy's Start in Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nerviest Boy Jn Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick; or, The Boy Who Coul d Not be Downed. 15 A Streak of Luck ; or, The Boy Who Feathered His Nest. 16 A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 17 King of the Market; or, The Young Trader In Wall Street. 18 Pure Grit 1 or, One Boy In a Thousand. 19 A Rise in Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy 20 A Barrel of Money; or, A Bright Boy In Wall Street. 21 All to the Good ; or, From Call Boy to Manager. 22 How' He Got There; or, 'he Pluckiest Boy of Them All 23 Bound to Win ; or, The Boy Who Got Rich. 24 Pushing It Through; or, The Fate of a Lucky Boy 25 A Born Speculator; or, The Young Sphinx of Wall Street. 26 'l'tie Way to Success; or, The Boy Who Got There. 27 Struck Oil; or. 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