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  CHAPTER XXI

  We heard Jethro and the Man With the Black Gloves dash up-stairs, andthey hadn't hit the top step before Mark and I began clearing away thedoor so we could get out. It didn't take us long, you bet, and it didn'ttake us long to open the outside door and get out into the yard.

  "A-arbor," says Mark, and we made for that as tight as we could go.Plunk and Tallow had quit hollerin' fire, and in a minute along theyplunged and came right in on top of us.

  "Where's Rock?" says Mark. "See him?"

  "No."

  "We're s-safe," says he. "Let's see if we can't rescue the young Duke. Iguess he's goin' to need rescuin' perty quick."

  "There's a light in his room," says I.

  "Let him know we're here," says Mark, and I whanged a stone out of mysling-shot right through the open window. Rock stuck his head out.

  "I'm goin' to sneak over in the shadow," says I, "and tell him to comedown."

  Off I went, not waiting for anybody to say anything, and got to thehouse all right. There was plenty of bushes and things to hide behind,and when I got there I called Rock, cautious.

  "Yes," says he.

  "Come and git rescued," says I.

  "Mark and Binney got out safely?" says he.

  "You bet," says I, but I didn't mention the papers we found behind thewhite brick.

  "I never could get past Jethro down the stairs," says he.

  "Stairs," says I, "was made for folks to walk up and down on--not forfolks to escape on. What would be the fun of escapin' jest by walkin'down a flight of steps? Any adventure in that? Why," says I, "Mark Tiddwould be disgusted if you escaped that way!"

  "What'll I do, then?" says he.

  "Jump," says I.

  "I need all my arms and legs," says he.

  Just then something dropped on me, and I heard Jethro growl like a bearthat he had me. He needn't 'a' told me; I knew it. Of course I did whatI could to get away, and threw myself back and squirmed and kicked andthrashed. But he hung on. I was on the ground and he was leaning overme. All at once I heard a thump and a big grunt out of Jethro, and helet go of me and keeled over, making funny, snuffling noises, like hiswind was knocked out. Which it was, for Rock had seen what was going on,and he'd hung by his hands from the window-sill and dropped kerslamright onto the back of Jethro's neck.

  He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me up.

  "Run!" says he, and we ran. I rather guess we ran. Before Jethro got hisbreath back we had a good start, and in the dark it was enough. He cameplunging and yelling after us, but we took to the shadows and dodged andwriggled through the hedge and made up the road. He didn't have any morechance to catch us than an angle-worm has to catch a rabbit.

  When we knew we had him beaten good we stopped and hid alongside of theroad to wait for Tallow and Plunk and Mark. It was quite a while beforethey came along, and then they didn't come by the road, but back throughthe fields and wood-lots. I then whistled out a signal whistle. Markanswered it, so I knew it was our fellows, and in a minute we gottogether.

  "N-now for home," says Mark. "I'll take Rock to the house. You f-fellerskeep quiet about everythin' that's happened. I'll give out to-morrowthat Rock's a f-friend come to visit me."

  That's how it was. Mark stopped on his way home, late as it was, topound on Lawyer Jones's door. Lawyer Jones was pretty mad when he wokeup, and said some pretty descriptive things to Mark, but when Mark toldhim what was up he quieted right down, and him and Mark went inside fora few minutes. Then we all went home.

  Next day Mark and Rock and I went to Lawyer Jones's and we all read thatpaper. Rock's eyes nearly popped out of his head, but Mark says he knewit all the while.

  "Now, Lawyer Jones," says he, "it was the _Trumpet_ that f-found thispaper and got it. So the _Trumpet's_ entitled to something hain't it?"

  "You bet," says Rock. "Whatever you want from we."

  "All I want," says he, "is to have this kept quiet till after the papercomes out d-day after to-morrow. That'll be the end of the contest, too,and the dinners and everything. And we can print this whole thing, andalmost knock the eyes out of folks with what's been goin' on right undertheir eyes, and them never knowin' it!"

  "I guess," says Lawyer Jones, "that you're entitled to that much."

  And so the mystery kept on being a mystery for a couple more days.

  Mark got a lot of mail that day and spent most of the morning opening itand studying it. He didn't let on what he was up to and we knew betterthan to ask. Then he went out, and him and Tecumseh Androcles Spattalked and talked and figured. After that Mark came in and wrote all theafternoon, and then most of the evening, and as fast as he wroteTecumseh and the young man we'd got to help him set up in type what Markhad written. Part of what he was doing was writing the story about Rockand the mystery, but most of it wasn't that at all. It was somethingquite different, as Mr. Spragg and the merchants that had gone into hisdaily-paper scheme found out.

  And still the subscriptions came in. It was running close. The HomeCulturers had four hunderd and thirty-four, and the Literary Circlershad four hunderd and twenty-nine. Of course nobody knew how many votesthere were but just us fellows. That night the first dinner, theLiterary Girders' dinner, came off, and you'd better believe it was goodeating. Eat! Whee! I almost busted the band of my pants, and Mark! youwouldn't believe what that fat kid mowed away. I was sure I'd never beable to go to the dinner the next night and eat a bite. But I did. Ofcourse we all took quite a lot of exercise during the day, and didn'teat much, to save space.

  The Home Culturers' dinner looked to me like it was every bit as good asthe Literary Girders', but among other folks there was a lot ofargument. I don't know but there might have been a real squabble ifConstable Ginney hadn't been there with his star right outside of hiscoat, warning folks to keep the peace. He scared 'em.

  The last day was a tough one for all the women in the contest. Theyworked like anything, both getting ready for the food show and haulingin the last subscriptions that were to be had. We were busy, too, and asthe day moved along we began to get kind of worried. Goodness knows,when we saw how things was coming we had reason enough to worry.

  Mark went out to get the last items of news before we went to press, andI went with him. We saw the afternoon train come in, and there got offit Mr. Spragg, who grinned at us like the cat that ate the canary, and awhopping big man that was tanned and dark as an Indian. He went to thehotel, and Mark told me to go in and write what items I had while hewent to the hotel to see if there was anything there. He didn't comeback for quite a while, and I went out again. I passed the hotel and sawhim talking to the big man, both of them as earnest as if they wasplanning to run off with the bank.

  When Mark came back he looked all excited, and fidgeted around as if itwas hard for him to hold himself in. It was easy to see something hadhappened.

  "Well?" says I.

  "If I was to t-t-tell you now," says he, "it would spile a m-mighty fines'prise for you," says he.

  "Huh!" says I. "I'd rather suffer from a spoiled surprise," I says,"than to be worn to the bone by curiosity."

  "I'll take a chance," says he.

  "You hain't takin' any chance," says I. "You _know_."

  "You b-bet I do," says he, and that was all I could get out of him.

  "How about Pekoe?" says I. "Is he goin' to be left out at the farmforever?"

  "Pekoe's comfortable," says he. "I guess he's about due to c-c-come totown."

  Subscriptions straggled in all the afternoon, one at a time. The way thecontest was turning out for us was great. We knew we'd have close tofifteen hunderd paid-up yearly subscribers, and Mark says everynewspaper man in the world admits a country weekly can make good moneywith that many.

  "But Spragg's daily?" says I.

  "He can't t-t-take our subscribers away from us for a year," says he.

  "He kin git the advertisin' with his cooperative scheme, though," saysI.

  "Maybe," says he, "and ag'in m-maybe not. I've been d
oin' a leetlef-figgerin' for Spragg's benefit--and for our own, too. We got to quitrunnin' this paper perty soon and go back to school. Well?"

  "Yes," says I, "what then?"

  "Why," says he, "we got either to sell it or to hire an editor to runit."

  "That's right," says I.

  "Well," says he, "it l-looks to me l-like it would be the best idee tosell it."

  "If we kin," says I.

  "The f-fellers that's int'rested with Spragg has a meetin' to-morrown-night," says he. "I'd l-like to know what'll turn up."

  "Spragg seems perty well pleased," says I.

  "Spragg," says he, "would git along b-better if he done more thinkin'and less t-talkin'."

  "Where's Rock?" says I.

  "Down to the hotel," says Mark, with a funny look in his eye. "I don'tcalc'late we'll see Rock 'fore night."

  "That's funny," says I.

  "'Tain't so funny as you m-might think," says he.

  Tallow was keeping count of subscriptions, and every little while he'dcome and tell us how many was in.

  "Lit'ry Circlers is two ahead," says he, about four o'clock. The contestwas goin' to close at five, so it looked like the Circlers had it. Butin come Mrs. Bobbin with three more, and put the Culturers jest oneahead. That was all till the clock was 'most ready to strike, when income Mrs. Strubber with one. One!

  Mark and I looked at each other, and then we looked at Tallow and Plunk.It was a tie. Them women had got four hunderd and forty-sixsubscriptions for each club--and the fat was in the fire. Anything elsecould have happened and made a little trouble, maybe, but to have thisthing end up in a tie was to bring on a regular war.

  "Mark," says I, "I guess I got to go out of town for a couple ofdays--over to Uncle Oscar's."

  He grinned.

  "We're up against it, Binney," says he, "but we got to stick it out."

  "Let's give one of 'em an extry," says Tallow, "that'll fix the tie."

  "No," says Mark. "This t-t-thing has been run fair, and it'll bef-f-finished fair. We'll take what's comin' to us, and git out of it thebest we can. Anyhow," says he, beginning to shake all over, "it'll bethe f-funniest thing that ever happened in Wicksville."

  "Yes," says I, "I'll bet we laugh like anythin' at it when our folkscome to the hospital to tell us about it. A tie," says I. "Think of therow them women will make when they find out they're tied."

  "I'm t-thinkin' about it," says Mark.