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A Cousin's Conspiracy: or, A Boy's Struggle for an Inheritance
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“I don’t think it is used at all. The room below seems empty.”
The man regarded him fixedly.
“When did you leave Emmonsville?” he asked abruptly.
“Yesterday,” answered Ernest in some confusion.
“How does it happen that you have got no farther on your way to Lee’s Falls?”
“I stopped at the cabin of an Indian,” answered Ernest, making the only explanation he could think of.
The man smiled.
“Young man,” he said, “didn’t you pass last night in this cave?”
Ernest saw that there was no further chance for subterfuge.
“Yes,” he answered.
“I thought so.”
“You were captured?” the other went on.
“Yes.”
“Have you any suspicion by whom this cave is occupied?”
“I presume by the Fox brothers.”
“Correct. I am one of them.”
“I began to think so.”
“How were you able to escape?”
“I was left with the little boy. He fell asleep and then I began to explore.”
“Where is my brother?”
“He went out quite early, I presume in search of you.”
“Exactly. I suppose my brother heard that I was in trouble?”
“Yes.”
“By the way, the Quaker detective through whom I got into difficulty you doubtless know?”
“I do.”
“I was put into jail at Crampton, but I managed to effect my escape. Are you connected in any way with the Emmonsville bank?”
“Yes.”
“In what way?”
“As bank messenger.”
“Did my brother take anything from you?”
“Yes.”
“Money?”
“No, bonds.”
“You are a sensible boy. You answer my questions freely. You are a smart boy, too. It isn’t every lad of your age who would have managed to effect an escape from the cave. Do you remember the entrance?”
“No; I was carried into it blindfolded.”
“I thought my brother would be prudent. So you couldn’t find it again.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Still I cannot run any risk. You will have to come with me.”
“Where do you want to carry me?” asked Ernest, much disturbed.
“I will carry you back to the cave.”
“Let me go free. I will promise not to reveal anything that I have discovered.”
“I am sorry, boy, but you were made prisoner by my brother, and I owe it to him to prevent your escape.”
It was intolerable to Ernest to think of having his captivity renewed. He determined that he would at least make an effort for freedom.
Accordingly he did not hesitate, but started to run, hoping that in this way he might save himself. He had always the reputation among his boy companions as a sprinter, and resolved to see whether this was a lost art.
“So that’s your game, is it?” exclaimed the outlaw. “It will go hard with me if I don’t catch you. Stop, or it will be the worse for you!”
But Ernest had no intention of giving up so soon. He only exerted himself the more.
The contest was not so unequal as might have been supposed. Ernest was tall for his age, and the outlaw was rather below the average height. So there was in reality only about an inch difference in their height.
On the other hand, John Fox had, as might be supposed, more strength and endurance. He was not over weight and therefore not scant of breath. Ernest got the start and this was an advantage. One ran about as fast as the other, so it settled down into a contest of endurance.
The outlaw, however, was irritated at the unexpected difficulty of his undertaking. He had thought that Ernest would surrender.
“I wish I had my revolver,” he muttered.
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