"We came in response to a fire alarm," said Bert, "but I don't see any
blaze."
"Blaze? There isn't any. I don't understand it. I don't want you boys
around here. You'd better leave."
That was rather queer, coming from a man to whom they expected to be
of service. Bert and his chums were puzzled.
"False alarm! False alarm!" suddenly yelled a voice from the bushes
that lined the roadway. "I sent it in, you old miser, to get even with
you! Maybe you'll say 'Thanks' next time, Mr. Muchmore, when we put
out a real fire in your place," and a lad, whom Bert recognized as
rather an undesirable character about the village, dashed from the
shrubbery, and ran off down the road, laughing at the trick he had
played.
CHAPTER XXI
THE MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE
The unexpected announcement by the daring lad, of what he had done,
was a surprise to both Mr. Muchmore and the members of the fire
department.
"So, this is a trick by one of you young rascals, is it?" asked the
rich man's nephew. "I shall take action against you for this. The road
you are on is private property, and I shall have you arrested if you
do not, at once, cease from trespassing on it.
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