Thinks I, to myself,
that there's more tramps snoozin' in there, and I didn't reckon it was
none of my business, so I kept on. But jest as I was walking past the
main gate, some one come out of the house and hurried away. I had a
good look at him, an'----"
"Who was it?" asked Mark impatiently, for the old trapper was a slow
talker.
"It was the same man you're lookin' for," declared Bascomb. "I'm sure
of it, an' he's hangin' out in the old Preakness house. If you want t'
see him, why don't you go there?"
"We will!" cried Jack. "Come on, Mark. I think we're on the trail at
last."
CHAPTER VII
MARK IS CAPTURED
Eagerly the boys hurried forward, intent on making the best time
possible to the old Preakness homestead, which was a landmark for miles
around, and which, in its day, had been a handsome house and estate.
Now it was fallen into ruins, for there was a dispute among the heirs,
and the property was in the Chancery Court.
"Do you think we'll find him there?" asked Mark, as they made their way
along the dusty highway.
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