“Don’t say a word to me, Mr. Peters,” he said. “A boy that will try to tar and feather another boy, and then set fire to a barn and burn up cattle, isn’t none too good to rob a hotel.”
“My son is as good as yours!” growled Mr. Peters, and went off in a perfect rage. But he bothered the Uptons no more, nor did he go near the Parkers.
The lake was searched, and the yacht found up at the cove Si Peters had mentioned. On board was found the valise taken from the hotel.
After this detectives were sent out to find the two young rascals. But Si Peters and Wash Crosby kept out of sight.
Yet the day of reckoning was not far off, as we shall soon see.
About a week after this Harry invited Jerry to a drive along the west shore of Lake Otasco.
As they bowled along they talked over all sorts of matters, and presently Harry mentioned Si Peters and Wash Crosby.
“I wonder if they are still hanging around Harmony Beach?” he said.
“Oh, I don’t think they would dare,” replied Jerry. “They must know by the newspapers that the detectives are on their track.”
“I wish we could bring them to justice. It would be a feather in our cap.”