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"Do you know, whether these breaker boys belonged to the Boy Scouts or
not?" asked Will. "Did you ever see any medals or badges on their
clothing which told of Boy Scout experiences?"
"Sure they belong to the Boy Scouts!" declared the caretaker, "and that
is the very reason why I sent for Boy Scouts to help find them."
"What Patrol did they belong to?" asked Will.
"If you had heard them howling like wolves around the breaker night
after night," was the reply, "you wouldn't ask what patrol they
belonged to!"
"Then they are in the mine!" shouted Tommy.
We all heard the call of the pack, but the funny thing is that they
wouldn't show themselves.
CHAPTER VIII
"THEY WENT UP IN THE AIR"
"There's something funny about those boys!" exclaimed Canfield. "They
seemed to be merry-hearted fellows, just a little bit full of mischief,
but for some reason they never mixed with the others much."
"Where did they come from when they came here?" asked Will.
"The information in the letters I received from the attorney in charge
of the case is that they came here from New York, not directly but by
some roundabout way."
"Did this attorney ever inform you why he wanted the boys found?"
asked Tommy. "Are we all working in the dark?"
"He never told me why he wanted the boys found. For all I know, they
may be wanted for some crime, or they may be heirs to an immense
property. My instructions are to find them. That's all!"
"Where did these boys lodge?" asked Will.
"They didn't have any regular room," was the reply. "They slept in
the breaker whenever the watchman would permit them to do so, and when
he wouldn't, they threw stones at him and slept in the railroad yard
somewhere. But the strangest part of the whole business is the way
they disappeared from sight."
"You didn't tell us about that!" exclaimed Sandy.
"I meant to," the caretaker answered. "The last seen of them here
they were at work on the breaker. It was somewhere near the middle of
the afternoon, and the cracker boss had been particularly ugly. The
two boys were often caught whispering together, and more than once the
cracker boss had launched such trifles as half pound block of shale at
them. I happened to be on the outside just about that time."
"The boys didn't go up in the air, did they?" asked Sandy with a
chuckle. "They haven't got wings, have they?"
"To all intents and purposes, they went up into the air!" answered the
caretaker. "One moment they were on the breaker sorting slate and
stuff of that kind out of the stream of coal which was pouring down
upon them, and the next moment they were nowhere in sight!"
"Had any strangers been seen talking with them?"
"Now you come to a point that I should have mentioned before!" replied
the caretaker. "Two days before they left a strange boy came to the
mine and went to work on the breaker. He was an unusually
well-mannered, well-dressed young fellow, and so the breaker boys
called him a dude. He resented this, of course, and there was a fight
at the first quitting time. These two boys, Jimmie, and Dick, stood
by the new lad, and gave three or four of the tough little chaps who
work on the breaker a good beating up."
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