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Updated: October 14, 2025
"Sure, an' Moike Delaney is not here, Dick Arbuckle," came in a female voice. "He's gone off wid Pawnee Brown, and there's no tellin' whin he'll be back. Is yer father gone?" "Yes, and I don't know where," and now Dick stepped closer, as the round and freckled face of Rosy Delaney peered forth from a hole in the canvas end. "He went to bed when I did, and now he's missing." "Saints preserve us!
"We have had some secret societies on board this ship," laughed Paul Kendall, after he had received his decoration. "I move you we form another the Order of the Faithful." "We have already taken the obligation," added Shuffles. "And we have been initiated by Miss Arbuckle," said Gordon.
There on the stern seat of the craft rested the head-covering Mortimer Arbuckle had worn ever since he had left New York. The tears stood in the youth's eyes as he picked up the hat and inspected it. One side of the brim was covered with dirt, and it was still soaked from the rain. "Poor father! Is it possible he fell overboard?" Dick said "fell overboard," but he thought something else.
It was plain enough that Perth had injured himself more than the object of his calumny, by what he had said. "Are you ready to go to sea, Miss Arbuckle?" asked the captain, as he came on deck, and touched his cap to her. "I am quite ready; indeed, I am afraid I am more ready than many others on board of this ship," she replied.
Arbuckle at the house, while Dick returned to camp, hunted up Pawnee Brown and Jack Rasco and tried to get on the track of the man of the red mask. "And if I ever get hold of him I'll I'll mash him," said Dick, and the look on his youthful but stern face told that he meant just what he said.
I couldn't walk if I had to carry around with me such a magnificent title as that," replied Paul, shrugging his shoulders like a Frenchman. "I suggest that Miss Grace Arbuckle be the chief of the order, and that no one be admitted unless initiated by her. As she is the founder of the order, it is fair that she should be its head." "Good!" shouted several of the officers and seamen.
Arbuckle had gathered together half a dozen diligences, in which the company were to proceed to Schaffhausen, in Switzerland.
Through mismanagement, as previously noted, the greater part of the supplies which I had ordered hauled to Arbuckle the preceding fall had not got farther on the way than Fort Gibson, which post was about four hundred miles off, and the road abominable, particularly east of Arbuckle, where it ran through a low region called "boggy bottom."
"To-night!" exclaimed Paul, whose thought immediately flashed from the ship to the Hôtel de l'Europe, in Havre, where Mr. and Mrs. Arbuckle and Grace were domiciled, having come down from Paris by the morning train, to be in readiness to start with the ship's company for the Rhine. "I know what you are thinking about, Paul," laughed the principal.
"Fetch some water, and hold that hang it, he's gone!" Pawnee Brown rushed to the barn door. Far away he saw Powell Dike running as though the old Nick was after him. A second later the rascal disappeared from view. The boomer never saw or heard of him again. Between the great scout and Pawnee Brown, Mortimer Arbuckle was once again taken to Day's home and made comfortable.
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