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The Rover Boys In New York

or

Saving Their Father's Honor

by Arthur M. Winfield


INTRODUCTION

My Dear Boys: This volume is a complete story in itself, but forms the
seventeenth in a line issued under the general title of "The Rover
Boys Series for Young Americans."

As I have mentioned several times, in other volumes, this line was
started with the publication of "The Rover Boys at School," "On the
Ocean" and "In the Jungle." The cordial reception afforded the stories
called for the publication of the next volume, "The Rover Boys Out
West," and then, year after year, by the issuing of "On the Great
Lakes," "In Camp," "On Land and Sea," "On the River," "On the Plains,"
"In Southern Waters," "On the Farm," "On Treasure Isle," "At College,"
"Down East," and then by "In the Air," where we last met them.

The boys are not as young as they once were-- indeed, in this book,
Dick, the oldest, gets married and settles down to business. But all
are as bright and lively as ever, and Tom is just as full of fun. When
they go to New York City they have some strenuous times, and all prove
their worth in more ways than one. Their father is in deep trouble and
they aid him, and clear up quite a mystery.

Up to this writing, the sale on this line of books is but a trifle
short of one million and a quarter copies! This is to me, of course,
tremendously gratifying. Again, as in the past, I thank my many
readers for their interest in what I have written for them; and I
trust the perusal of my works will do them good.

Affectionately and sincerely yours,

Arthur M. Winfield.
_________________________________________________________________

CHAPTER I

THE BOYS AT BRILL

"Boys, what do you say to a trip in the Dartaway this afternoon?"

"Suits me, Sam," replied Tom Rover.

"Providing the breeze doesn't get too strong," returned Dick Rover, as
he put up his hand to feel the air.

"Oh, I don't think it will blow too much," went on Sam Rover. "I don't
mind some air."

"But no more storms for me!" cried his brother Tom, with a shake of
his head. "That last old corker was enough for me."

"Where shall we go?" questioned Dick, with a queer little smile
creeping around the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, my, just to hear Dick!" cried Tom, with a grin. "As if he would
go anywhere but to Hope Seminary, to call on Dora!"

"And as if you would go anywhere but to call on Nellie, at the same
place!" retorted the oldest Rover boy.

"Now, children, children'" came sweetly from Sam. "You mustn't quarrel
about the dear girls. I know both of you are as much gone as can be.
But----"

"And how about Grace, Sam?" said Tom. "Didn't I hear you making up
some poetry about her yesterday, 'Those limpid eyes and pearly ears,
and'----"

"Rats, Tom! I don't make up poetry-- I leave that to Songbird,"
interrupted the youngest Rover boy. "Just the same, it will be nice to
call on the girls. They'll be looking for us some day this week."

"That's right-- and maybe we can give them a little ride," put in Dick
Rover.

"Do you remember the ride we gave Dora and Nellie, when we rescued
them from Sobber, Crabtree, and the others?" asked Tom.

"Not likely to forget that in a hurry," answered his big brother. "By
the way, I wonder when the authorities will try those rascals?"

"Not right away, I'm thinking, Dick," answered Tom. "The law is rather
slow up here in these back counties."

"Never mind-- they will get what is coming to them sooner or later,"
was Sam's comment.

"Abduction is rather a serious offense."

"Right you are," answered Dick. "And I'll be glad to see Crabtree,
Sobber, and our other enemies behind the bars. Then they won't be able
to bother us any more."

"That will he the end of Sobber's efforts to annex the Stanhope
fortune," mused Sam. "How hard he did try to get it away from Mrs.
Stanhope and the girls!"

"I shouldn't have minded that had he used fair methods, Sam," returned
the big brother. "But when it came to stealing and abducting----"

"Hello, you fellows!" shouted a voice from behind the Rover boys.
"Plotting mischief?"

"Not just now, Stanley," answered Dick, as his college chum caught him
by the shoulder and swung him around playfully.

"Want to go for a row on the river?" asked Stanley Browne.

"Not just now, Stanley. I've got a lecture to attend, and this
afternoon we are going over to Hope in the biplane."

"Wish I had a flying machine," said the student, wistfully.

"Better swap the boat for one," suggested Sam.

"No, I think rowing is safer. Some day, if you are not careful, you'll
get an awful tumble from that machine."

"We try to be as careful as possible," answered Dick. "Seriously,
though, Stanley, I don't care for flying as much as I thought I
would."

"Is that so? Now, I thought you were planning a honeymoon trip by
aeroplane. Think of the novelty of it!"

"No, a steamboat or a parlor car will be good enough for me, when I go
on a honeymoon trip," answered Dick, and for a very good reason he
blushed deeply.

"Hello, William Philander Tubbs!" cried Tom, as a tall, dudish-looking
student crossed the college campus. "What's the price of eggs this
morning?"

"What is that, Tom?" questioned the stylishly-dressed youth, as he
turned in the direction of the others.

"I asked what was the price of eggs?" said Tom, innocently.

"The-- er-- the price of eggs? How should I know?" stammered William
Philander Tubbs" in astonishment.

"Weren't you in the chicken business once?"

"Gracious me! No, Tom, no!"

"Funny I made the mistake-- and I want to know the price of eggs the
worst way," went on the fun-loving Rover, innocently.

"What do you want to know the price of eggs for?" questioned William
Philander, curiously.

"Why, you see, we've got a new problem in geometry to solve, and the
price of eggs will help out," continued Tom, looking very serious.

"What is it, Tom?"

"It's this, Tubby, my boy. If the diameter of an egg ten degrees west
of its North Pole is two and eleven-tenths inches, what is the value
of the shell unfilled? I thought you might help me out on that."

"Tom, you are poking fun at me!" cried the dudish student, as a
snicker went up from the other youths. "And please don't call me
Tubby, I beg of you," pleaded William Philander.

"All right, Billy Gander," murmured Tom. "It shan't occur again."

"Billy Gander! That is worse than Tubby!" groaned the dudish youth.
"Oh, you are awful!" he added, and strode off, trying to look very
indignant.

"Poor Tubbs, I wonder if he will ever be sensible and get over his
dudish ways," was Dick's comment.

"I doubt it-- for it seems to be born in him," returned Sam.

"But he's a good sort with it all," ventured Stanley Browne.

"First-rate," agreed Tom. "But I-- well, I simply can't help poking
fun at him when he's around, he's such a dandy, and so lordly in his
manner."

"Here comes Songbird!" interrupted Sam. "And, see, he is writing
verses, as usual. I wonder----"

"Look!" exclaimed Dick. "Oh! There's a collision for you!"

William Philander Tubbs had started across the campus with his head
high in the air. He was looking to one side and did not notice the
approach of another student, who was coming forward thoughtfully,
carrying a pad in one hand and writing as he walked. There was a
sudden meeting of the pair, and the pad fell to the ground and with it
the fancy headgear the dudish student was wearing.

"Oh, I-- er-- I beg your pardon, really I do, don't you know!"
stammered William Philander.

"Great Hannibal's tombstone!" spluttered the other student. "What are
you trying to do, Tubbs, knock me down?"

"I beg your pardon, Powell, I didn't see you coming," answered the
other, as he picked up his hat and commenced to brush it off with
care.

"You must be getting blind," growled John Powell, otherwise known as
Songbird. "Confound the luck-- you spoilt one of my best rhymes," he
added, as he stooped to pick up his writing pad.

"Sorry, upon my honor I am," returned William Philander. "Can I help
you out on it?"

"I don't think you can. Did you ever try to write poetry-- real
poetry, I mean?"

"No, my dear boy, no. I'm afraid I would not be equal to it."

"Then I don't see how you are going to help me," murmured Songbird,
and he passed on a few steps, coming to a halt presently to jot down
some words on his pad.

"Hello, Songbird!" called out Tom. "How is the Muse to-day, red-hot?"

For a moment John Powell did not answer, but kept on writing. Then his
face broke out into a sudden smile.

"There, that's it!" he cried. "I've got it at last! I knew I'd get it
if I kept at it long enough."

"Knew you'd get what, the measles?" asked the fun-loving Tom.

"'Measles' nothing!" snorted the would-be poet. "I have been writing a
poem on 'The Springtime of Love,' and I wished to show how----"

"'The Springtime of Love!'" interrupted Tom. "That must be a second
cousin to the ditty entitled ''Tis Well to Meet Her at the Well.' "

"I never heard of such a poem," answered Songbird, with a serious air.
"How does it go?"

"It doesn't go, Songbird; it stands still. But what have you got on
the pad?"

"Yes, let us hear the latest effusion," put in Sam.

"But not if it takes too long," was Dick's comment. "I've only got
about ten minutes before that lecture on 'The Cave Dwellers.'"

"I can give Songbird six minutes," said Stanley, as he consulted his
watch.

"This is-- er-- something of a private poem," stammered Songbird. "I
wrote it for a-- er-- for a personal friend of mine."

"Minnie Sanderson!" cried Sam, mentioning the name of a farmer's
daughter with whom all were well acquainted, and a young lady Songbird
called on occasionally.

"Read it, anyway, Songbird," said Dick.

"Well, if you care to hear it," responded the would-be poet, and he
began to read from the pad:

"In early Spring, when flowers bloom
In garden and on fields afar,
My thoughts go out to thee, sweet love,
And then I wonder where you are!
When pansies show their varied hues
And birds are singing as they soar,
I listen and I look, and dream
Of days when we shall meet once more!"

"Grand! fine! immense!" murmured Tom. "Byron couldn't hold a candle to
that, Songbird!"

"I listen to the tiny brook
That winds its way o'er rock and sand
And in the running water see
A face that-- that-- that----"

"Go ahead, Songbird!" cried Sam, as the would-be poet stumbled and
halted.

"I-- er-- I had the last line, but Tubbs knocked it out of me,"
grumbled Songbird. "And say, he knocked something else out of me!" he
exclaimed suddenly. "I was going to tell you an important bit of
news."

"You were?" cried Dick. "What?"

"The word just came in over the telephone, from the weekly newspaper
office. Doctor Wallington said you would want to know about it."

"But what is it?" demanded Sam, impatiently.

"Josiah Crabtree has escaped from jail."

"Escaped!" ejaculated Tom.

"Why, we were just talking about him!" put in Dick "When did this
happen?"

"Last night, so the newspaper man said. It seems there was a small
fire at the jail-- down in the kitchen. There was great excitement,
for supper was just being served. In the excitement three of the
prisoners, who were out of their cells, escaped. Josiah Crabtree was
one of them."

"Too bad!" murmured Sam. "And we thought he was safe!"

"This spells Trouble for us," was Tom's comment, and Dick nodded his
head, to show that he was of the same opinion.

CHAPTER II

ABOUT THE PAST

"Did you get any more particulars?" asked Sam, of the college poet.

"No. The newspaper man was busy, so the Doctor said, and didn't have
time to go into details," answered Songbird.

"Did he say who the other prisoners were who got away?" asked Dick.

"Yes, a tramp who was up for robbing a man on the road and a bank
clerk who took some money from the bank."

"None of the crowd we are interested in," said Tom.

"I'm glad of it," returned his older brother. "It is bad enough for
Crabtree to get away. I hope they keep a strict guard over the others
after this."

"Oh, they will, rest assured of that," came from Stanley Browne. "The
head jailer will get a raking over the coals for this, mark my words."

"The Stanhopes and the Lanings will be sorry to learn that Crabtree
got away," said Sam. "I wonder if they aren't searching for him,"
mused Sam.

"Oh, they'll search for all of them," put in Songbird. "I think the
newspaper man said the sheriff had a posse out."

"Too bad!" said Dick, shaking his head gravely. "And just when we felt
sure old Crabtree wouldn't be able to give us any more trouble!"

"It beats the nation, what that man can do!" cried Sam. "Maybe be
hypnotized one of the jailers-- just as he hypnotized Mrs. Stanhope
years ago.

"He'd be equal to it-- if he got the chance," answered Tom; and then
all of the students had to go in to their classes.

To those who have read the previous volumes in this "Rover Boys
Series" of books, the lads we have just met will need no special
introduction. For the benefit of my new readers, however, let me state
that the Rover boys were three in number, Dick being the oldest,
fun-loving Tom coming next, and Sam being about a year younger still.
When at home they lived with their father, Anderson Rover, and their
Uncle Randolph and Aunt Martha on a beautiful farm called Valley
Brook, in New York State.

Years before, and while their father was in Africa, the three boys had
been sent by their uncle to Putnam Hall Military Academy, as related
in detail in the first volume of this series, called "The Rover Boys
at School." At the Hall they had made a number of friends, including
Songbird Powell and the dudish student, William Philander Tubbs. They
had also made some enemies, who did their best to bring the Rover boys
to grief, but without success.

A term at school had been followed by a short cruise on the ocean, and
then a trip to the jungles of Africa, whither the lads went to find
their father, who had disappeared. Then, during vacation, the boys
took a trip West, and then another trip on the Great Lakes. After that
they went in the mountains, and then came back to Putnam Hall, to go
into camp with their fellow cadets.

This term at Putnam Hall was followed by a long journey on land and
sea, to a far-away island of the Pacific, where the boys and their
friends had to play "Robinson Crusoe" for a while. Then they returned
to this country, and, in a houseboat, sailed down the Ohio and the
Mississippi Rivers. After leaving the Mississippi they took an outing
on the plains, and then went down into southern waters, where, in the
Gulf of Mexico, they solved the mystery of a deserted steam yacht.

"And now for home and a big rest!" said Dick, and they went back to
the farm. But here something very unusual occurred, and the boys had
as lively a time as ever.

While at school the three Rover boys had become well acquainted with
three girls, Dora Stanhope and her cousins, the two Laning sisters,
Nellie and Grace. Dora was the only daughter of Mrs. Stanhope, a
widow, and soon she and Dick became the warmest of friends, while Tom
was quite taken by Nellie, and Sam often "paired off" with Grace.

In those days Josiah Crabtree had been an instructor at Putnam Hall.
He was very dictatorial, and none of the cadets liked him, and the
Rovers liked him still less when they learned that he was trying to
practically hypnotize Mrs. Stanhope into marrying him, so that he
could get control of the fortune which the widow was holding in trust
for Dora. They foiled the teacher's efforts to wed the lady, and in
the end Josiah Crabtree had to leave Putnam Hall. Later still he was
arrested for some of his misdeeds and given a short sentence in jail.

The Stanhope fortune, as a part of the money coming to the Stanhopes
and the Lanings was called, had come to Mr. Stanhope in a peculiar
way, and some outsiders claimed the treasure, which, at that time, was
secreted in a spot among the West Indies called Treasure Isle. There
was a lively chase to get there first, but the Rovers won out, and
because of this their enemies were more bitter than ever.

The boys had finished their term at Putnam Hall and on their return
home became students at Brill College, a fine institution of learning
of the Middle West. At the same time Dora, Nellie, and Grace became
pupils at Hope Seminary, located not many miles from Brill. At the
college the Rovers made many friends, including Stanley Browne,
already introduced, and Will, otherwise known as "Spud," Jackson, a
lad who loved potatoes, and who also loved to tell big yarns.

A term at college had been followed by a trip down East, taken for a
peculiar reason, and then, while on a visit home, the three lads had
become the possessors of an up-to-date biplane, which they named the
Dartaway. In the biplane, as related in the volume before this, called
"The Rover Boys in the Air," our heroes made a somewhat spectacular
trip from the farm to the college campus, much to the amazement of
their fellow collegians and their instructors. Later they made a trip
through the air to Hope Seminary, and at that time Dick was delighted
to place upon Dora's finger a diamond engagement sing.

A short while later an alarming thing occurred. The boys were out in
the Dartaway when they met Grace on the road and learned that Dora and
Nellie had been abducted by Josiah Crabtree, Tad Sobber, and some of
their other old enemies. They gave chase in the biplane, and, after
several adventures, located the girls in a lonely mansion in the
country, where they were prisoners, in charge of Sobber's aunt The
boys at once went for the authorities, and, after something of a
fight, the rascals were made prisoners, and the girls were rescued and
taken back to the Seminary.

"You will appear against these scoundrels?" asked the sheriff, Jackson
Fells, of the Rover boys, as they were about to leave the sheriff's
office at Plankville.

"We'll appear all right enough," Tom had answered. "Why, Mr. Sheriff,
you couldn't beat us away with a club!" And so it had been arranged
that the Rover boys should appear in court against the evildoers
whenever wanted. Then Crabtree, Sobber, and the others had been put
under lock and key in the old-fashioned country jail; and there, for
the time being, the matter had rested.

"I wish we could learn more about Crabtree's escape," remarked Tom, as
he and his brothers entered the main building of the college.

"So do I," added Sam. "Can't we telephone over to Plankville, to
Sheriff Fells?"

"More than likely the sheriff is out, hunting for Crabtree and the
others," answered Dick. "But I'll tell you what we might do-- if the
weather stays good," he added, suddenly.

"Sail to Plankville in the Dartaway?" queried both of the others.

"Yes, if Doctor Wallington will give us permission."

"He ought to-- since we are so much interested in this case," returned
Tom.

"We'll find out, as soon as the morning session is over," said the
eldest Rover boy; and then all hurried to their classes, for the final
bell had ceased to ring.

It was hard work for the boys to keep their minds on their lessons.
Dick, especially, was very serious, and for a good reason. Something
was worrying him greatly-- something of which Tom and Sam knew little.
What it was we shall learn later.

The boys had a quarter of an hour after classes before going to lunch,
and they immediately sought out Doctor Wallington, whom they found in
his private office.

"Yes, it is too bad that that rascal Crabtree escaped," said the head
of the college. "I can well imagine that you are worried-- since he
has caused you and your friends so much trouble in the past. Let us
hope that the authorities will quickly recapture him."

"Have you had any further word, sir?" asked Dick.

"I had word at eleven o'clock, from the newspaper office. Up to that
time he had not been located."

"We wish to ask a favor," went on Dick, and spoke about the proposed
trip to Plankville.

"Very well, you may go, and in your biplane if you deem it safe," said
the worthy doctor. Secretly he was quite proud of the students'
success with the Dartaway, as it had advertised Brill College not a
little.

"Possibly we won't be able to get back until to-morrow," said Tom. "We
may be detained, or it may storm

"Take your time on the trip. Only be careful that you have no
accidents."

"We'll try to be careful," answered Dick, with a grim smile. "We don't
want a tumble if we can help it."

"It is a grand sport," answered the head of the college. "Before long
I expect to see aeroplanes in constant use."

"Wouldn't you like to go up with us some day, Doctor?" questioned Tom,
slyly.

"Well-- er-- perhaps, Thomas. But not just yet. I wish-- er-- to see
them more in general use first." And then the doctor bowed the
students out.

The boys lost no time in preparing for the trip to Plankville. After a
somewhat hasty lunch they put on their flying suits and then went down
to where the Dartaway was housed, in one of the buildings attached to
the gymnasium.

"Looks to be all right," remarked Dick, after an inspection of the
flying machine, and while Sam and Tom were filling the gasoline tank
and the oil distributor.

The engine was tried out for a minute, and found to be in perfect
order. As usual, as soon as the explosions of the motor were heard, a
crowd commenced to gather, to see the start of the flight.

"Wish you luck!" cried Stanley.

"Say, look out that you don't forget how to stop and sail to the North
Pole!" sang out Spud Jackson.

"As if that could really occur!" murmured William Philander Tubbs,
with a lofty look of, disdain.

"Sure it could happen," returned Spud, good-naturedly. Why, I heard of
an airman who went up once and forgot how to turn his machine down,
and he went around and around in a circle for sixteen hours. And then
he dropped ker-plunk right on top of a baker's wagon and smashed
twenty-six pies-- all because his gasoline gave out."

"Ridiculous!" murmured William Philander.

"Absolute fact, Tubbs," responded Spud, earnestly. "Come with me, some
day, and I'll show you where the pies made a dent in the street when
the flying machine struck 'em." And then a general laugh went up, and
the dudish student stepped back in the crowd, out of sight.

"All aboard!" sang out Dick, as he hopped into the driver's seat and
took hold of the wheel. "Start her up, somebody!"

Sam and Tom got aboard and willing hands grasped the propellers and
gave each a twist. Bang! bang! bang! went the explosions, and soon the
propellers were revolving swiftly, and then with a swoop the Dartaway
ran over the campus on its wheels and suddenly arose in the air. A
cheer went up, and the students threw up their caps. Then Dick swung
around in a quarter circle and headed directly for Plankville.

It was an ideal day for flying, not too hot or too cold, and with very
little breeze, and that of the "steady" kind, not likely to develop
"holes"-- the one great terror of all airmen.

"Wish we had the girls along," remarked Sam, when they were well on
the way.

"Not for this trip, Sam," answered Dick, grimly. "We have got our work
cut out for us."

"Why, what do you mean?"

"If old Crabtree hasn't been caught yet me must see if we can't round
him up."

CHAPTER III

A USELESS HUNT

"Say, that's the talk!" cried Tom, quickly. "I hadn't thought of
that,-- but it's just what we ought to do."

"It won't be easy, Tom," said his younger brother. "The chances are
that Crabtree has made good use of his time. He may be hundreds of
miles away-- bound for the West or the South, or Canada or Europe."

"Well, we can have a try at finding him, anyway," put in Dick. "Someti
a criminal sticks close to the jail until the excitement is over, Look
at those fellows who escaped from jail in New York City not long ago.
The detectives thought they had gone to Chicago or St. Louis, and all
the while they were on the East Side, right in New York!"

"Oh, my! but wouldn't I just like to land on old Crabtree!" muttered
Tom. "I think I'd be apt to put him in the hospital first and jail
afterwards! He certainly deserves it-- for all the trouble he has
caused us and our-- er-- friends."

"'Friends' is good, with Dick engaged to marry Dora and you as good as
engaged to Nellie," snorted Sam "Precisely, and you and Grace making
goo-goo eyes at each other," added Tom, with a wink at his younger
brother. Then he quickly changed the subject. "Dick, do you think you
can strike a straight course for Plankville?"

"I'll try it," was the answer. "I don't think I'll go much out of the
way."

The Dartaway had a powerful motor, and once on the right trail the
eldest Rover advanced his gasoline and spark, and they went rushing
through the air at express-train speed. The boys were provided with
face guards, so they did not mind this. They did not fly high, and so
kept the railroad and other familiar objects fairly well in view. They
passed over several villages, the inhabitants gazing up at them in
open-mouthed wonder, and finally came in sight of a big church spire
that they knew belonged in Plankville. Then Dick slowed down the
engine, and soon they floated down in an open field close to the main
street and not a great distance from the sheriff's office and the
jail.

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