“It’s for your uncle,” said the hired man, “but I guess you’d better open it and read it.”
“I will,” answered Jack, and did so. The telegram ran as follows:
“Impossible to get telephone service. Hold-up at offices bad. Want some particulars from boys. Send them home at once.
“Richard Rover.”
While reading this telegram the boys heard the whistle of a locomotive and presently the local train from the Junction rolled into the station and several passengers alighted while others got aboard. A trunk was taken off and several bundles of newspapers followed.
“Here come the New York papers!” cried Fred. “Come on—let’s get some of them! They may have some particulars of the hold-up.”
Two of the bundles of papers were for one of the Oak Run storekeepers, and a clerk was on hand to receive them. Quickly the bundles were torn open and each of the lads possessed himself of a metropolitan newspaper.
“Here it is!” cried Randy, scanning the front page rapidly, and he showed the following:
DARING HOLD-UP IN WALL STREET OFFICES OF THE ROVER COMPANY LOOTED