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Page 12
"Go on now. Get it off your chest!" he demanded.
"Want to know what they call the guy that's riding with Miss
Bright?"
"DuChassis--Captain," said Beany.
"He's called the 'Wolf,'" said Porky. Even alone as they were,
he lowered his tone.
Beany sat suddenly erect. "What?" he said.
"You heard me," said his brother. He rapidly repeated the
conversation he had overheard.
"Where is the flower-house?" asked Beany.
"It must be the greenhouse," he said. "I think I have seen the
shorter one of those men helping the head gardener."
"I tell you what! It's your turn now, because I heard them plan
this. So you go camp at the flower-house by-en-by, and I will
keep watch around the gates to see if they change their minds and
go out."
"What good will that be?" said his brother. "You didn't see
either of their faces."
"No, but I saw their pants," said Porky. "I can look at all the
legs, can't I? But they won't be there. I will watch to make
sure; but they will be right where they said, over by the
flower-house. See, they don't use any science. All they do is
get in a crowd, or back up against a good high wall, and tell
each other their real names. If we bring this across, I've a
mind for us to be detectives."
"There's the college education," Beany reminded him.
"Well," said Porky, "I suppose detectives ought to know a little
something. Come on back, I want a sandwich. I have lived on hot
dogs now for two days. Notice how small they are getting? The
dog part, I mean."
As they rounded the grandstand, a heavy automobile truck backed
up to something covered with a tarpaulin. The boys darted into
the crowd. They demanded explanations of anybody who would
answer. A boy spoke, up.
"Ridin' horse ran away," he said. "Saw it 'myself. Girl ridin'
it."
Porky and Beany gasped. "Was she killed?" they cried.
"Didn't hurt her at all," said the strange boy rather regretfully,
it seemed. "But the feller with her, he chased her an' his horse
caught up, and the feller grabbed her bridle, and her horse
'swerved, and he was pulled offen his horse, and his horse come
right bing into the bandstand, and broke his neck."
"My gosh!" said the twins. "Where did they take the man? Was he
hurt much?"
The boy looked curiously at the pair. "Say, do you always say
the same thing like that? You ain't the same boy, are you?
Feller went over to the Hospital."
"Hurt much?" said the boys.
"There you go again! Why, he limped, and I'll bet he's lame
to-morrow but I guess he ain't in a dyin' condition."
The boys watched while the unfortunate young horse was loaded on
the truck, then turned toward the hospital.
"What you got?" said Beany, "A sore throat?"
"I say not," cried his brother. "That's a symptom of scarlet
fever. They would jug us in the detention ward. I'm goin' to
have a splittin' headache."
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