He was so insistent, and nodded in such a peculiar way that Bart realized something unusual was in the wind. Pulling Ned and Frank close to him, Fenn whispered:

"I think some pickpockets are trying to rob us. I've brought my money with me. Let's get out of here."

The boys made a quick turn in the crowd, and worked their way to where the press was not so thick. Fenn led the way, looking back to see if the men were following.

They were. The man with the sinister face, and his companion, were trailing close after the boys.

"Come on!" cried Fenn, suddenly breaking into a run.

But the men were not to be so easily left behind. They, too, quickened their pace, and pursued the four chums, though what their motive was the boys could only guess.

CHAPTER IX

OFF AGAIN

The boys soon found themselves mixed up in another part of the crowd, that had, apparently, come down a side street leading to the lake front.

They had some trouble disengaging themselves from it, and, when they again had a fairly clear street to run through, they were some distance from the fire.

"Did we lose 'em?" asked Fenn, panting from the run.

"What? Who?" asked Frank, who did not exactly understand the cause for the sudden retreat.

"Those two--pickpockets," replied Fenn, not knowing exactly how to cla.s.sify the strange men.

"Here comes a couple of fellows on the run," said Ned. "I guess they're still after us. Let's wait and ask what they want. They haven't any right to follow us."

"No, no!" urged Fenn. "Come on back to the steamer."

He seemed so much in earnest that his chums did not stop to ask questions, but increased their speed. Just as they reached the wharf, at the end of which the _Modoc_ was tied, another fire engine, hastening to the elevator blaze, dashed by.

There was a quick clanging of the gong, and a shrill screech from the whistle. It was instantly followed by a shout.

"The engine struck one of the men!" cried Frank, looking back. "He's knocked down! Run over I guess! Come on back!"

The boys hesitated. They did not want to leave an injured man, even if he and his companion had been pursuing them. The street, at this point, was deserted, save for the two strangers. The engine did not stop, the horses being urged on by the driver, who did not want to have the reputation of arriving last at the conflagration.

"Come on back and help him," urged Bart, who was always anxious to aid persons in distress, even if they were enemies.

The others hesitated. It was rather a risk, Fenn thought. But the problem was solved for them. The man who had been knocked down by the engine arose to his feet. Supporting himself on the shoulder of his companion he limped off up the street, and away from the boys.

"I guess he isn't badly hurt," remarked Ned. "He'll not chase us any more. That engine came along just in time."

"Except I guess it's too late to help put out the fire," said Frank.

"There can't be much left of the elevator."

"But what did we run for?" asked Ned. "Who were those chaps, Fenn?"

Fenn explained what he had heard, and expressed the belief that the men had some business enmity against Mr. Hayward.

"They seemed delighted that the elevator, containing his grain, burned down; or at least the one man did," he said. "Then, when they saw I was listening, though I didn't really intend to, they acted as though they wanted to get hold of me, and see why I was so interested. I thought they might be pickpockets, but now I don't believe they were."

"We must tell Captain Wiggs about it," suggested Frank.

"I don't believe I will," answered Fenn. "I don't want him to laugh at me, and I think he surely will if I suggest that the men chased us.

He'll probably think we took two harmless citizens for burglars. No, I think the best plan will be to wait and see what turns up."

"I'll tell you what you can do," spoke Ned.

"What?" inquired Fenn.

"You can ask Captain Wiggs who owned that grain in the burned elevator.

He'll know, as he was going to get a load there."

"Good idea," responded Fenn. "I will."

The boys were soon aboard the ship again. They found that the men in the rowboat had returned, as the side of the elevator nearest the lake had all burned away, and their hose was no longer effective. The fire was under control now, but was still blazing well. Enough engines had arrived to prevent it spreading.

"Well, this knocks my plans all askew," remarked the commander of the _Modoc_, when the boys came on deck. "I don't know where to get my grain, now."

"Did you say the same company that owned this steamer owned that grain?"

asked Fenn, seeing a good chance to obtain the information he wanted.

"No, I said they owned the elevator," replied the captain. "The grain is a separate matter. I don't know whose that was. Whoever it belonged to won't get much good from it."

"Is there any way of telling who owned it?" asked Fenn, for he thought, even though the men had mentioned the name "Hayward," that it might be some other man than the one injured in the auto accident--some one else than the father of Ruth.

"Why, I can tell by looking at my order slips," replied Mr. Wiggs. "Why are you so interested?"

"I was wondering if it was any one I knew," answered Fenn, a little evasively, as he did not want to explain what had happened.

"Um--let's see," and Captain Wiggs who, followed by the boys had gone to the main cabin, began thumbing over the pages of a small book he took from his pocket. "'Proceed to'--no, that's not it--'take cargo'--um--no, it must be on the next page--Oh, yes, here it is. 'Get cargo of grain at Lakeville, from Robert Hayward Company.' That's it. The grain belonged to Robert Hayward--why--er--say, boys, that's the name of the man who was hurt back there in Darewell--he and his daughter Ruth--you know him--why, Fenn, he was at your house!"

"So he was!" exclaimed Fenn, his knowledge thus unexpectedly confirmed.

"Quite a remarkable coincidence!" went on the Captain. "Very strange!

Well, strange things are always happening. You didn't hear what started the fire, did you?"

"I heard a policeman say it was spontaneous combustion," said Frank, "but they always give that as a cause, when they can't think of any other."

"I don't s'pose they'll ever find out," remarked the captain. "Well, I can't do anything more. We'd better turn in, although it's most morning.

Soon as it gets daylight I'll have to hustle around and find out what I'm going to do."

Captain Wiggs was a very busy man the next day, sending messages to the steamer's owners to ascertain their wishes. The boys visited the elevator, in which great piles of grain were still smouldering, in spite of the tons of water poured on them. Fenn kept a lookout for the mysterious men, but did not see anything of them.

Captain Wiggs had to remain tied up at Lakeville until he received orders to proceed to the next port for a cargo that would be awaiting him there. The boys spent the time on sh.o.r.e, visiting various scenes of interest.