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More talk of a like nature followed, and the Rover boys listened with keen interest to every word that was said. They recognized in Carson Davenport the man who had written to Jack's father hoping to get the latter interested in some fake oil companies, trusting that The Rover Company in New York City would be able to dispose of the worthless stocks to their customers--people who trusted them implicitly in all their financial transactions. While these negotiations were going on Jake Tate, Davenport's right-hand man, had learned that Lorimer Spell was dead and that he had made d.i.c.k Rover his sole heir. This was at a time when Tate and Davenport, as well as the other men, were trying to get possession of the Spell land, feeling sure that there was oil on it.
They had been on the point of communicating with d.i.c.k Rover, thinking they might get the claim away from him, when he had surprised the whole crowd by his unexpected appearance in Columbina.
"We've got to have quick action in this," declared Jake Tate. "The longer we delay the worse off we'll be."
"Yes, but you've got to find out about those papers first," said one of the other men, lighting a cigar.
"You leave me to do that," said Carson Davenport. "I'm sure I know exactly how to handle this man Rover."
"He must be a pretty shrewd fellow, Davenport. Otherwise he wouldn't be holding such an important position in that Wall Street company,"
remarked Tate.
"I've handled men like that before. You leave it to me."
"But you don't want him to suspect anything is off color," said one of the other men.
"I'm not so green, Jackson. I wasn't born yesterday."
"Didn't you say you thought this Rover had a lot of money?"
"Yes, the whole family has money. But, at the same time, that has nothing to do with it. I'll tell you what I propose to do," continued Carson Davenport earnestly. "I'll wait until I am sure that he----"
This was as much as the Rover boys heard for the time being. Around the corner of the building from the main street had come three figures. They had been abreast, but now they approached on the cinder path in single file. As they came closer the lights from the restaurant fell on their faces, and to their intense surprise the four Rovers recognized Gabe Werner, Nappy Martell, and Slugger Brown.
CHAPTER XXI
WORDS AND BLOWS
The surprise on both sides was equal, and for a moment neither the Rovers nor those in the other crowd uttered a word.
"What are you doing here, Jack Rover?" demanded Nappy Martell at length, as he scowled at the youth and his cousins.
"I might ask the same question of you, Nappy," was Jack's return.
"Did you come here from that detention camp?" questioned Fred.
"That's none of your business," retorted Slugger Brown.
"You got away from us this afternoon, Gabe Werner, but you're not going to do it this time," continued Jack, and caught the rascal by the arm.
"Hi! you let go of me," howled the bully roughly, and shoved Jack back against the building.
At this Randy leaped forward and also caught hold of Werner. Nappy Martell and Slugger Brown were about to jump in to the a.s.sistance of their friend when Fred and Andy interfered.
"You leave them alone," ordered Fred, with flas.h.i.+ng eyes. "He's one of the meanest fellows in the world. He threw pepper in Jack's eyes and in the eyes of Ruth Stevenson."
The loud talking so close to a window of the restaurant attracted the attention of the men inside, and the fellow named Jake Tate thrust his head out to see what was going on.
"Say, what do you know about this?" he exclaimed, turning to his companions. "Those four young Rovers are out here right by the window!"
"You don't say so!" burst out Carson Davenport.
"If they are by this window maybe they were spying on us," put in the man named Jackson.
In the meanwhile there was something of a fight going on outside. Gabe Werner had tried to break away, and then launched a blow at Jack, who returned by hitting him a crack in the jaw.
"See here, you leave Werner alone!" bl.u.s.tered Slugger Brown.
"You keep out of this, Slugger!" cried Jack, and then, as Werner hit out a second time, Jack dodged and the bully's fist struck the side of the building, skinning several of his knuckles. Then Jack landed a blow with all the force he could command on Werner's left ear, and the rascal went down on the cinder path and rolled over into the roadway.
By this time the men in the restaurant had run outside and were coming up.
"What's the rumpus here?" demanded Jake Tate, pus.h.i.+ng his way through the crowd of boys. He was a burly individual, and could at times put on a most aggressive manner.
"We caught these four fellows right by this window," declared Nappy Martell, with a sharp look first at Tate and then at Davenport.
"It looked to us as though they might be spying on you," added Slugger Brown, and he too gave Davenport a peculiar look.
"Spying on us, eh?" muttered the oil company promoter in anything but a pleasant manner. "Fine piece of business to be in!"
By this time Gabe Werner had rolled over and gotten to his feet. But instead of coming at Jack again, he kept at a safe distance, in the meanwhile sucking his bruised knuckles and nursing his left ear.
"We have a right to walk on this street if we want to," remarked Randy.
"They were standing right by this window, and appeared to be listening to something," declared Slugger Brown.
"Then they must have been listening to what we were saying," grumbled Jackson.
"How long were you at this window, young fellow?" demanded Jake Tate.
"I guess that's our own business," and Randy's eyes flashed defiance.
"You want to keep your eyes on those Rovers," cautioned Nappy Martell.
"They're as sly as foxes. I know 'em!"
"And they'll do you harm if they can," added Slugger Brown.
"He is saying that because we wouldn't stand for any of his underhanded work," explained Fred.
"We never did stand for anything that wasn't on the level," added Andy, and looked at Carson Davenport suggestively.
"See here, young fellow, don't you get fres.h.!.+" cried the oil company promoter. And then he added with a sneer: "I reckon you've been listening to more than was good for you."
"Well, if you want to know it, we heard a few things that surprised us,"
answered Jack boldly.