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The following day, Senator Brown and his foreman, Lon Pelly, arrived in Phoenix and had a long talk with the marshal. That afternoon Lon Pelly took the train south. Early in the evening Senator Brown received a telegram from Pelly stating that Sneed and four men had left Tucson, headed north and riding horses. The stolen horses had been trailed south as far as Phoenix.
The public likes stories about flying machines and queer inventors, even if the machines don't work. Get a good yarn, for we need one for the first page of the supplement. I'll sent Sneed, the photographer, up later to get some pictures of it."
If he had not discovered the missing horses, how would his father know where they were? It did not seem exactly fair to Little Jim that he should be ignored in the matter. "I'd just ride over and talk with Sneed," suggested Uncle Frank. "Oh, I'll do that, all right," asserted Cheyenne. "But I'd go slow. You might talk like your stock had strayed and you were looking for them.
So he did not warn his fellow coasters. The result was that two of those on the rear fell off, but as they landed in soft snow they were not hurt. "All the better!" cried Russ, who was making the pictures. "That will add to it. Keep going, Mr. Sneed!" "If I go much farther I'll fall off!" cried the grouchy actor. "I can't hold on much longer!" "You've got to!" ordered Mr. Pertell.
A more extended search, later, resulting as fruitlessly, the idea that Persimmon Sneed had been in some way lured bodily within the grasp of the devil prevailed among the more ignorant people of the community; they dolorously sought to point the moral how ill the headstrong fare, and speculated gloomily as to the topic on which he had ventured to argue with Satan, who in rage and retaliation had whisked him away.
That this fire, blazing brilliantly on the surface of the clear spring water, was kindled by supernatural power was not for a moment doubted by the mountaineers who had never before heard of such a phenomenon, and the spiriting away of Persimmon Sneed they promptly ascribed to the same agency.
Besides this, the General had the reputation of being a "square" man, and that naturally told against him, for every one knew that Druce was utterly unscrupulous. But if Druce and Sneed were known to be together in a deal, then the financial world of New York ran for shelter.
Sitting his big horse like a statue, his club foot concealed by the long tapadero, his physical being dominating his followers, Sneed headed the group that rode slowly down the long open stretch bordering on the east of the town. They entered town quietly and stopped a few doors below the lighted front of the Hole-in-the-Wall.
"Quick, we are losing time, and getting out of position." "There are no alligators in this bay; are there?" and Mr. Sneed looked anxiously at the captain of the motor boat. "Not one," was the laughing answer. "You're safe." "Then here I go!" cried the grouch, as he toppled overboard, having first "registered" a faint, as directed in the plot of the play. "Now get him, Mr.
Sneed, as he sat on his heaving horse, ready to ride back and help fight the fire. With dramatic gestures he pointed ahead, seemingly to a place of safety. "Ride for your lives!" "But you? What of you?" cried Miss Pennington, as she held out her hands to him imploringly. "I go back to do my duty!" he replied, as his lines called for.
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