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Both were traveling rapidly, however, and it seemed to Harlan that they had not gone more than three or four miles when watching Morgan closely, he saw him ride pell-mell into some timber that apparently fringed the front of a cave. It was some time before Harlan reached the timber, and when he did he could not immediately discover the spot into which Morgan had ridden.
"How in the devil do you expect me to work?" he demanded, irritably. "If you can't keep the house quiet, I'll go back to New York!" Too crushed in spirit to reply, Dorothy said nothing, and Harlan whisked back into the library again, barely escaping Mrs. Dodd. "Poor child," she said to Dorothy; "you look plum beat out." "I am," confessed Mrs. Carr, the quick tears coming to her eyes.
The young inventor shook hands joyfully with his rescuers. "Nice going, Harlan! Boy, I was sweating icicles here, wondering if you'd be able to decipher all my double talk!" "You made the numbers clear enough," the security chief said with a grin, "but it took a while to guess what they stood for. And then, of course, we had to trace the address through the telephone company."
Seeing that weapons were in good condition after their long storage in the cellar, and that cartridge belts were full, the ten men left the room one at a time or in pairs, Harlan and Laramie Joe being the last. And both Harlan and Laramie delayed long enough to take the precaution of placing horses where they would be handy in case of need.
It was sheer rapidity, his hand moving so fast that the eye could not follow. And Deveny could get no pleasure from his discovery. Harlan had waited until Laskar's fingers were wrapped around the stock of his pistol before he had drawn his own, and therefore in the minds of those who had witnessed the shooting, Harlan had been justified. Sheriff Gage thought so, too.
He did not interrupt Harlan, who was busy at his desk. He picked up one of the newspapers that covered the General's table, and marched out into the garden. He joined them when they came out. The General's old-fashioned carryall conveyed them to the railroad station. They made the journey to the capital without a word of reference to the purpose of their trip.
Help your little brother and sister up and get Rebbie's doll." To this the lad paid no attention whatever, and the mother herself assorted the weeping pyramid on the walk. Harlan ran downstairs, feeling that the hour had come to defend his hearthstone from outsiders. Dick and Dorothy were already at the door. "Foundlings' Home," explained Dick, briefly, with a wink at Harlan.
"She left this," he said; "and having opened it and seen that it held nothing but what ye might profitably know, Thornton's grandson, I here give it into your hand, and ye needn't thank me." Harlan, wondering, apprehensive, fearing something untoward, took out the single sheet of paper. He read: "BIG BOY, Go on and let the world make you a great man. I'm groping.
Later, while Harlan was seated at a table in the cook shanty, he became aware of a shadow at the door; and he wheeled, to see Barbara Morgan looking in at him, her face flushed, a glow in her eyes that was entirely comprehensible to Harlan. She was glad he had returned any man with half Harlan's wisdom could have told that! And color of a kind not caused by the wind and sun suffused Harlan's face.
The thought that during all the days he had spent at the Rancho Seco, his movements had been watched by the man who had just killed Haydon, brought a glow of ironic humor to Harlan's eyes. During a long interval, through which Billy Morgan stood over Haydon, watching him with a cold savagery, Harlan kept at a respectable distance, also watching. He saw that for Haydon the incident had been fatal.
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