The Motor Boys Afloat; or, The Stirring Cruise of the Dartaway by Clarence Young
CHAPTER XX
OFF TO THE LAKE
"Kidnapped?" the chief exclaimed.
"Yes! Look here!" spoke Mr. Nixon, his hands trembling with excitementas he extended a piece of paper to the chief. "Noddy did not come homeall night. This morning I found this in his room. It is terrible. Youmust help me find him."
The chief read aloud what was written on the paper:
"We have taken your son away. If you want his return say nothing but leave $1,000 under the old oak tree on the river bank Friday night.
"_The River Pirates._"
"What do you think of that?" asked Mr. Nixon, who was much excited.
"Um," spoke the chief non-committally. "It's certainly very strange,Mr. Nixon. Noddy is rather a large size to kidnap, but then you can'ttell about criminals now. If you'll leave this with me I'll put someof my men right to work on it. I've got my own hands full with thisrobbery."
"Cresville certainly is coming into public notice," remarked Jerry in alow tone to Bob. "First it's a robbery, then Noddy Nixon disappears."
"Kidnapped you mean," interposed Bob.
"No, I don't," said Jerry. "Noddy is no more stolen away than I am."
By this time the chief had walked off down the street and Mr. Nixonwent with him. The boys remained together.
"But what in the world--" began Bob, when Jerry stopped him with awink, and made a slight motion of his head toward Andy. He need haveno concern about Andy, as it developed, for that youth, all afire tocontinue his detective work, made a hasty excuse to the motor boys andhurried off down the street after the chief.
"What's that you and Chunky were saying about Noddy?" asked Ned, whohad not been listening very closely to what his friends were talkingabout.
"Jerry says Noddy was never kidnapped," spoke Bob.
"I don't believe he was," put in Jerry. "I happened to get a glimpse ofthe note Mr. Nixon had. It was partly printed and partly written, butI'm a Dutchman if some of the handwriting wasn't Noddy's."
"How do you happen to be so familiar with his handwriting?" asked Ned.
"I have a couple of specimens," replied Jerry. He drew from his pocketsome slips of paper. "One is that letter he wrote to us some time ago,"said Jerry, "when he accused us of being responsible for his runningaway from home the time he rode off in his father's auto. The other isthat bill he gave us for the fifteen dollars damage to the rowboat. Ipicked it up after Ned threw it at Noddy that Sunday."
"And you think the writing in the kidnapping note is like some ofthis?" asked Ned.
"I'm sure of it," went on Jerry. "Besides, who would kidnap Noddy? It'strue, his father is wealthy, and able to pay a ransom, but don't yousuppose Noddy would raise a cry if some one tried to walk off with him?"
"Maybe he did, but he might have been all alone, and no one heard him,"suggested Bob.
"Noddy doesn't go out very much alone," said Jerry. "He has Bill Berryor some other crony of his with him. Of course I'm only guessingat it, but I wouldn't be a bit surprised to find out that Noddy'sdisappearance had some connection with this robbery."
"You don't mean to say you think Noddy robbed my father's store?" askedNed.
"Oh no, not quite that," said Jerry.
"What then?"
"Well, I think Noddy has gotten in with a bad gang. Some of them mayhave done this robbery, and in order to get him out of the way, forfear he might disclose something, they have arranged this kidnappinghoax. He may be a sort of captive, but he is among friends, I'm sure ofthat."
"Why don't you tell Chief Dalton this?" asked Bob.
"And get laughed at for my pains," said Jerry. "I guess not. The chiefhas his hands full. Perhaps he doesn't believe Noddy is kidnapped, buthe will not say so. Mr. Nixon is one of the biggest men in town, andthe chief wants to please him. So he'll naturally fall in with Mr.Nixon's notions, and try to pretend he believes Noddy is a captive."
"Then what are we to do?" asked Chunky, to whom the events of the lastfew hours came in bewildering rapidity.
"I think the best thing for us to do is to go camping just as weplanned," said Jerry. "I don't believe we can do much here, do you Ned?"
"No, I don't s'pose we can," replied that youth. "I did want to helpdad, but as long as the stuff is gone, and there is some clue to thethieves, I don't see that I can do any more. I'm for going to camp."
"Well, let's go then," said Bob. "I'm anxious to get out in the woodswhere I'll have an appetite."
"Good land! If you get up any more of an appetite than you have now,Chunky," said Ned, "I don't know what we'll do with you. Can't you dosomething for it? Take Anti-Fat or Padded Pellets for Peculiar Peopleor something that's advertised in the backs of magazines. It's terribleto have such an appetite as you have."
"I guess you'd think so, sometimes," remarked Bob, as he looked at hiswatch and noted with satisfaction that it was nearly dinner time.
"Come on down to my house for lunch!" exclaimed Ned, divining Bob'sthoughts. "We can talk matters over with dad, and see if it's all rightto go."
Mr. Slade saw no objection to the boys making the trip. His loss, whilea heavy one, did not cripple him, as he was a rich man. He thanked theboys for their thoughtfulness in offering to give up their pleasuretrip to help him, but said he did not see there was anything they coulddo.
"I guess the police will find the robbers if it's possible," he added."At the same time, if you run across any clues on the lake you can letus know. It seems to be the belief of the officials that the robberscame and went in a boat. It might have been a power or a sail boat. Ifit happens to come on the lake with my valuables and goods in, if youget them I'll give you a reward," and he laughed for the first timethat day.
"We may claim that reward," said Jerry.
The boys made an early start the next morning and, just as it wasgetting dusk they made a turn in the broadening river, and, saw spreadout before them a big sheet of water.
Lake Cantoga was about fifteen miles long and nine wide. There wereseveral small islands in it, and these, as well as the shores werefavorite spots for camping parties. The boys decided to pick out one ofthe islands, but, as it was getting dark, they could not see which onehad not been selected by other campers.
"I think we had better tie up along shore to-night," said Jerry, as hesteered the boat out upon the lake. "We can look about better in themorning."
"Suits me," said Bob, and Ned agreed.
As the _Dartaway_ skimmed out from the shadows of the shore shewas seen by the owners of other power boats, and greeted with theregulation three whistles, to which Jerry replied.
"Guess they're glad to see us," he remarked. "I had no idea there wereso many here this year. Maybe we'll get a race."
"That will be bully sport," said Bob.
"Going to camp here?" called the steersman of one boat, which, as theboys could see, was evidently built for racing, as there was littleroom for anything but the engine.
"We figure on staying a week or so," replied Jerry.
"Glad of it," replied the stranger. "My name's Smith, just plain JohnSmith. I'm camping with some friends over on Coon's Island. Come overand see us when you get settled."
"Thanks," answered Jerry. "Are there any other good islands to camp on?"
"There's Deer Island, next to ours," replied Mr. Smith. "It's a niceplace, and hasn't been taken yet this year. Why don't you come there?"
"Maybe we will," replied Jerry. "We're going to tie up along shore forto-night."
"Be pleased to have you put up at my shack," said the owner of theracing boat. "Got lots of room."
"Thank you, we'll rough it for to-night," said Jerry. "We'll look youup to-morrow."
"Well, then, good-night," called Mr. Smith, and he opened up his boatand shot away in a smother of foam. "Hope you go in the races," hecalled back, but he was too far away then to be answered.
"Let's have supper," broke in Bob. "We can talk about racing to-morrow."
Jerry sent the boat under so