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Updated: June 27, 2025
The Darwood farmhouse set back from the road, among some cedar trees. Rushing up to the back door, the boys pounded vigorously. "Who is there?" demanded a man's voice, and then Mr. Darwood showed himself. "Please let us in, we are nearly frozen!" cried Jack. "Hello! been in the water, eh?" cried Samuel Darwood.
I am going back to my camp. If you thieves are here by to-night I promise you there will be something doing. Professor Zepplin strode forward, his whiskers bristling, his fists clenched. The boys never had seen their guardian so angry. "That for your threats!" he roared, shaking a fist under the nose of Curtis Darwood. "Your threats don't frighten us. Your pistol doesn't frighten us.
Ned Rector's face had flushed when Tad described the assault on himself. "Is that all?" asked Darwood indifferently. "Yes; I think so." "Thank you," said the Gold Digger, getting up slowly and strolling forward. Ned laughed; Tad flushed. "That's what you get for meddling with other folks' business," declared Rector. "I reckon you are right at that," answered Tad. Then he laughed heartily.
"Up in this country they don't call men liars," answered Darwood, looking Butler coldly in the eyes. "Then men shouldn't place themselves in a position to be called liars," retorted Tad boldly. "You had better take your hand from your revolver. If you will take the time to glance at the rock to your right you may possibly see something to interest you."
See this?" and Tad tossed to Darwood the rusty stone that he had found in the sand-bar. "Gold! A nugget of pure gold," breathed Darwood. "Where did you get it?" "Perhaps we found the Taku Pass." "And we've lost it," groaned Dawson. "We'll fight for it, then!" shouted Darwood. "You might wait until there's need for fighting, Mr. Darwood," said Tad contemptuously.
"The Professor is all stirred up." The Professor was. Darwood turned and strode from the camp without trusting himself to utter another word. Professor Zepplin strode back and forth with clenched fists, muttering to himself for five minutes after the departure of their guest. "He called us thieves!" he exclaimed, halting and glaring angrily at Stacy.
I never saw anything like it in any part of the world, and I've seen some," added the Gold Digger reflectively. "I should like to see it at sunset," answered Tad. "Is it ever like this in the interior, sir?" "Interior of what?" "Of the country? Up there in the mountains?" Darwood gave the boy a quick glance of inquiry. There was suspicion in his eyes. "In the far country?" added Butler.
It's too bad." "Well, you wanted to know. What's the use in beating about the bush when you want to know a thing. I believe in asking for what you want," protested Ned. "So do I, but it isn't always best to go at it bald-headed. However, never mind, Ned. I am now convinced that there would be little use in asking Mr. Darwood questions in any circumstances.
The words that he would utter seemed to stick in the gold digger's throat. He clutched twice at his holster, but the evident desire on his part to use his pistol appeared to have no effect at all on the Pony Rider outfit. Darwood knew very well that drawing his weapon would practically be the end of himself, and this did not tend to make his situation any better. "I'll not shake hands with you.
Tad won Professor Zepplin's consent to his plan, and after Darwood had got the papers ready and the boys had gathered provisions together, Tad was off, riding one pony and leading another, that he might change from one to the other, thus avoiding tiring either. With lather standing out all over his mount, Tad pounded on, eyes and ears alight for Sandy Ketcham.
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