Dave Porter and His Double: or, The Disapperarance of the Basswood Fortune. Stratemeyer Edward

the ground was covered with snow our hero made but slight noise while he advanced, and as a consequence he drew quite close to the other individual before the latter was aware of his presence.

      “Hi there!” called out Dave, when he was but a few feet behind. The fellow had stopped and turned around, and a single glance showed our hero that it was the youth he was seeking.

      “Dave Porter!” muttered Ward Porton, as he recognized our hero. His manner showed that he was much astonished, as well as chagrined, at this unexpected meeting.

      “You didn’t expect to meet me out here, did you?” remarked Dave, sharply, as he came up alongside the former moving-picture actor.

      “Why–I–er–I–can’t–can’t say that I did,” returned Porton, lamely.

      “You’ve been acting in a fine way, haven’t you, Porton?” went on Dave, angrily.

      “Huh! What have I done?” Porton’s gaze was shifty. He did not dare to look our hero in the eyes.

      “You know well enough what you’ve done, Porton–buying a whole lot of goods in my name.”

      “What are you talking about? I didn’t do any such thing!” was the blustering reply. The former moving-picture actor was recovering from his surprise.

      “I can prove that you did; and I’m going to hold you responsible for it,” answered Dave, calmly.

      “Look here, Porter, I don’t want any such talk from you!” and now Ward Porton doubled up his fists and stuck out his chin. “I’ve stood all I am going to stand from you. I want you to leave me alone.”

      “Porton, you can bluster all you please, but it won’t do you any good,” answered Dave, and his voice had a more positive ring to it than before. “You thought you could play this trick on me and get away with it, but I am going to show you it can’t be done. I am going to hand you over to the authorities and see that you go to jail.”

      “If you think you can do that, Porter, you’ve got another guess coming. You clear out and let me alone or I’ll make it hot for you;” and Ward Porton shook his fist in Dave’s face.