The Auto Boys' Mystery

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Braden James Andrew. The Auto Boys' Mystery

CHAPTER I. PROLOGUE

CHAPTER II. A QUIET, TRANQUIL SUNDAY

CHAPTER III. THE SEARCH IN THE OLD HOUSE

CHAPTER IV. A GUEST AT NELS ANDERSON'S

CHAPTER V "WHO SAID I WAS AFRAID?"

CHAPTER VI. IS NO NEWS GOOD NEWS?

CHAPTER VII. THE LONG-HIDDEN TREASURE IS UNCOVERED

CHAPTER VIII. DAVE MACLESTER'S ADVENTURE

CHAPTER IX "THE LAKE! IT'S THE ONLY CHANCE OF ESCAPE!"

CHAPTER X. THE LAST RUN OF THE BELOVED THIRTY

CHAPTER XI. SETTING WRONG THINGS RIGHT

CHAPTER XII. WAS THIS THE END OF MURKY?

CHAPTER XIII. SEARCHING FOR CLUES

CHAPTER XIV. TRAILING THE STOLEN MONEY

CHAPTER XV. MURKY AT BAY

CHAPTER XVI. CONCLUSION

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A great bull-frog whose hoarse croaking could always be heard above other sounds about the lake, "beginning at exactly eleven o'clock each night"–at least so Paul Jones positively stated–had started his unmelodious serenade a long time before the Auto Boys and their visitor prepared for bed. Paul's adventure, Chip Slider's whole story and the combined information thus afforded had proved a most fruitful field for speculation and conversation.

A bed for Slider was contrived by spreading over some hemlock boughs a tarpaulin used on the car for covering baggage. A bucket-seat cushion from the car served quite nicely as a pillow. Indeed Chip had not for a long while had so comfortable a resting place, crude as it was.

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Having heard how Slider slept in the open woods with not even a cover over him more than leaves, the Auto Boys would have been ashamed now to feel afraid in their snug shack, no matter what strange noises might come from the lake's dark shore lines. And though the sounds of various wild creatures coming to bathe or drink did reach the lads, as occasionally one or more of them awakened during the night, no heed was given the disturbers. It was enough to know that the exceeding drouth brought animals from long distances to the water's edge and that they were much more intent on drinking than having trouble with anyone or even among themselves.

Not because it was Sunday morning but due quite entirely to their having retired so late, the Auto Boys slept longer than was their custom. Poor Chip Slider awakened with the first peep of daylight, really tremendously surprised to find himself in such comfortable quarters. With a sigh of exquisite content and satisfaction he at once dropped off to sleep again. With the exception of the night at the bachelor's shanty he had not known such sweet and unbroken rest for–it seemed to him almost his whole lifetime.

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