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The remarkable part is the fact that the building of a side track in an open plain turned out to be good business. In a year's time there was a neat station and more sidings. The town boomed with a rapidity that amazed even the boomers.
"You'll go to the fort. And I fancy the boy will go, too, since he seems to belong to the boomers." And against his earnest protestations Dick was made to accompany the soldiers, being bound hand to hand with the man of the plains. An hour later the soldiers' camp was reached, and Rasco and Dick were placed in a temporary guard house. They had been there but a short while when a visitor entered.
"But how came you here?" asked the youth quickly. "I was captured by a government spy, who wants to get from me some secret of the boomers. He is a bad-looking man, and I was awfully afraid of him." "Yellow Elk brought me here. We are prisoners together. Some noise in the woods just took Yellow Elk off." "The man has been gone less than five minutes.
Said Fayo primed some jumper with a zip and the punk cooled him, and then a couple of the Boomers moved in real cool. Now they got the punk with the zip and much other stuff, real stuff." "What kind of stuff?" Hawk looked worried. He finally admitted that he didn't know what kind of stuff, but it was something dangerous in the way of weapons.
The result of the boomers' victory was the sending of 600 soldiers to dislodge them, and it being impossible to resist such a force as this, the colonists yielded with the best grace they could and sadly deserted the homes they had tried so hard to build up. Some of the men were actually imprisoned for the action they had taken, and the colony for a time was completely broken up.
Pawnee Brown had friends at the Capital, men who were doing their best to defeat the cattle kings by having a bill passed in Congress opening Oklahoma to settlement a bill that would smooth the present difficulty for all concerned. He felt that the bill was not needed, yet it would be better to have such a law than to have some of the boomers killed before their rights could be established.
I ran across one of the boomers, who was struck with the brilliant idea that he could make use of my peculiar talents in making known the coming glories of the new South. But I must join him at once, that very day. And he waved yellow-backed bills at me. I simply had to drop you and go. Mother Leary promised to take care of you for three months, or until your well, until someone else claimed you.
"I'm glad we've woke up those politicians at Washington," murmured the scout, and then wrote out a telegram in reply. There was now nothing to do but to wait, and impatient as he was to rejoin the boomers, Pawnee Brown had to content himself until another message should reach him.
Jim shot a deputy marshal, and I kind of corroborated his side of the argument. We skirmished up and down the main street, the boomers having bad luck all the time. After a while we leaned forward and shoved for the ranch down on the Ceriso. We were riding a couple of horses that couldn't fly, but they could catch birds.
"Looks like I'll be the only person left in Minóok." "I don't imagine you'll be quite alone." "No? Why, there's only between five and six hundred expectin' to board a boat that'll be crowded before she gets here." "Does everybody want to go to Dawson?" "Everybody except a few boomers who mean to stay long enough to play off their misery on someone else before they move on."
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