# The Young Auctioneers/Chapter 17

CHAPTER XVII.
THE STORM.
That evening Matt and Andy were kept busy until nearly eleven o'clock selling goods to people that came from the circus. They put up nearly every kind of article on their shelves, and only about half the stock remained unsold when they finally closed and locked the doors.
"That circus was a windfall to us!" exclaimed Andy. "We would not have done half as well had it not been in town."
"Maybe it would be a good idea to follow up the circus," suggested Matt. "That seems to draw out the people more than anything else I know of."
"We will follow the circus as much as we can, Matt. But there is one thing I must do first."
"And what is that?"
"Take the first train back to New York in the morning and buy more goods. Some of our best sellers are entirely gone."
​"Then go by all means," returned Matt quickly.
"But can you get along alone?"
"I guess so. If I can't I'll lock up till you get back."
"All right, then. Now let us go over the stock and I'll make out a list of what's wanted."
"Let us figure up what we have made," returned Matt quickly, for he was anxious to know what the exact amount would be.
"Very well; I would like to know myself."
On a sheet of paper they had kept a record of every article sold, with the price. Opposite these, Andy, who was more familiar with their cost than Matt, placed the amount of profit on each. Then with his partner leaning over his shoulder, he added the column up.
"Thirty-one dollars and a quarter!" exclaimed Matt, as he surveyed the result of Andy's calculations. "Did we really make as much as that?"
"We did. Of course we must take out our personal expenses and Billy's keep. That amounts to four dollars and a quarter nearly."
"That still leaves twenty-seven dollars for one day's work. At this rate we'll get rich fast."
"We must not expect such luck every day, Matt. Remember, to-day was circus day. We will have rainy days, and days spent in traveling, during ​which we will not take in anything, while our expenses go on just the same."
"But it's a good thing we didn't have that kind of a start, Andy. We would have been 'busted' otherwise."
"You are right there," returned Andy.
By seven o'clock on the following morning he was on the way to New York, leaving Matt to open the store alone. This the young auctioneer did, and as trade was very quiet, Matt spent the time in cleaning up such goods as had been handled, and tidying up generally.
Compared with the day before, the street was almost deserted, but during the noon hour, when people were going to and coming from dinner, Matt managed to start up a sale which lasted until nearly two o'clock, and by which he disposed of over three dollars' worth of goods at a good profit.
It was nearly seven o'clock when Andy returned. He had rushed matters in New York, but had bought several bargains, especially one in imitation cut glassware, which, when it arrived the next day, made a pretty showing in the window.
They remained in Plainfield two days longer, and then loaded their wagon once more and started on the road. They made brief stops at Bound Brook and Somerville, doing fairly well at both places, ​and then, just ten days after leaving the city, struck Flemington.
At this latter place they again came across Menville's circus, and as a consequence did a big day's business. They intended to leave Flemington on the day following, but after talking the matter over decided to remain until the following Monday.
"On Monday morning you can strike across the country for High Bridge alone, if you will," said Andy. "I can take another trip to New York, and buy more goods and have them shipped direct to that place, or else on to Phillipsburg, which shall be our last stopping place in New Jersey."
To this Matt agreed, and on Saturday night all was made ready for an early morning start on Monday. Sunday was a quiet day for both, although they attended divine services, and took a long walk among the farms outside of the town proper.
"By creation! but it looks like a storm," exclaimed Andy, on Monday morning, as he jumped out of bed and aroused Matt.
"Well, if it rains we will have to make the most of it, I suppose," returned the boy philosophically. "It's a pity we haven't any umbrellas to sell!"
"There! I'll put them on the list at once!" cried Andy, with a laugh. "I declare, Matt, you are getting to be more of a business man every day."
​"If I am it's because I have such a good partner for a teacher, Andy."
"Oh, nonsense," returned the young man, but nevertheless considerably pleased to learn that Matt appreciated his efforts. "You are as bright as any one on the road."
When they went down to the dining-room of the hotel at which they were stopping it certainly did look like rain. Yet there was a brisk breeze blowing, and several expressed themselves as certain that it would pass around to the north of them.
Less than half an hour later Andy was on his way to the depot to catch a train, and Matt hurried to the stable where Billy and the wagon were. "I'll get to High Bridge just as soon as I can," he said to himself. "I have no desire to be caught in a thunder-storm on a strange country road."
"You may get a bit wet, but that's all," remarked the stable-keeper, as he saw the boy glance at the heavy clouds scurrying across the sky. "That there storm, if it comes, which is doubtful, won't last half an hour."
With this reassurance, if such it could be called, Matt saw to it that all was in good condition, and sprang upon the seat. He had made careful inquiries concerning the road, so that he might not go astray—a thing easy to do in most parts of the ​country—and in a short space of time he was out of the town and on the turnpike.
Had it been a pleasant day the boy would have enjoyed that drive thoroughly, for it was through a most beautiful section of the country. On both sides of the road were broad fields, dotted here and there with patches of woods and bushes. Several brooks were also crossed, and at one of these he stopped for a few minutes to watch a trio of boys fishing.
But then the sky seemed to grow darker suddenly, and somewhat alarmed, Matt whipped up Billy. The wind died out utterly, and the air grew close and sultry.
"That means a heavy thunder-storm and nothing less," thought Matt. "I wish I was near the journey's end instead of only about half through with it."
Presently came a sudden and quite unexpected rush of wind, and a second later a heavy dash of rain, which drove almost into the boy's face.
Matt at once stopped driving, and adjusted the rubber blanket in front of his seat. This was no easy job, for the wind kept increasing in violence. He had barely completed the work when there came a crash of thunder, and then the rain came down harder than ever.
​"I wish I could find some shelter," he muttered to himself. "I would willingly pay to be allowed to drive into some barn until this was over. I hope none of the stock gets wet."
Matt tried to peer about him, but he could not see far, owing to the sheets of rain which fell all around.
"We'll have to stick to the road until something comes in sight, Billy," he said, addressing the shivering horse. "Get up old boy, and step lively."
Thus addressed, the animal started on once more. But the rain prevented him going as fast as before. The ground was very heavy, and the road in spots was covered with water which had not time to run off, so heavy was the downpour.
Presently they came to where the road ran through a heavy bit of timber. Here it was almost as dark as night, and the branches of the trees, laden with water, hung down so low that many swept the wagon as the turn-out went by.
"Ugh! I wish we were out of this!" muttered Matt, as he tried in vain to pierce the gloom ahead. "You must find the road, Billy, for I can't see it——"
A PERILOUS DRIVE.Y.A.
​went the wagon over rocks and decaying tree trunks.
"Whoa!" shouted Matt. "Whoa, Billy, whoa! You have left the road, old boy! Whoa!"
But now a blinding flash of lightning lit up the scene, and then came another crash of thunder, even louder than before. Billy reared up, and then came down with a leap. On the instant he was off, like a rocket, over bushes, logs and rocks, dragging the swaying and creaking wagon after him!