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Updated: May 20, 2025
"My dog is here don't try to get out," called Aaron Masterson, to the tramp. "If you do well, I won't be responsible, thet's all!" "Mighty kind," growled Kiddy Leech, and that was all he said. After that the farmer and the two young hunters returned to the house and talked the matter over for a full hour. It was decided to take Kiddy Leech to the Riverside jail the first thing in the morning.
Then Snap was to go home and tell his father of what had occurred, and Shep was to take the news to the camp on Firefly Lake. The two boys were given a comfortable room in which to sleep. It felt more than good after "bunking around" in camp and forest, and despite the excitement of the tramp's capture, they slept well. "Hi! boys, got up!" they heard Aaron Masterson call, at about six o'clock.
While the horses were being driven in, Clark related the circumstances, which left a doubt in our minds as to the fate of young Masterson. Accordingly, and as quickly as possible, every man that could be spared from camp saddled his horse and started back with Clark, either to save the boy or avenge his death.
"We want to hear your story first," said the doctor's son. "If this here feller stole them things, as you say he did, the best thing to do is to tote him off to the lock-up," interposed Aaron Masterson. "He's evidently tryin' to make up a slick yarn so as to git off." "Aaron, you can't take him to the town jail to-night, it's too late," said the farmer's wife.
Armed with this information, Masterson, Higgins and Compton had no difficulty in getting money from their parents, all of whom would have described themselves as "keen business men."
A little apart stood General Masterson addressing another officer and gesticulating with a cigar. He was saying: "It was the beautifulest fight ever made by God, sir, it was great!" The beauty and greatness were attested by a row of dead, trimly disposed, and another of wounded, less formally placed, restless, half-naked, but bravely bebandaged. "How do you feel, sir?" said the surgeon.
He had just added a fine carp to his pile of fish when, chancing to look up, he saw a boat coming round the bend. In the craft were three figures, one of whom he recognized instantly as Masterson. The recognition was mutual and Masterson, who had the oars, started hastily to pull away from the place. But Dick shouted to him. "Don't let me drive you away," he cried.
It reverberated against the steep walls of the canyon and was flung mockingly from crag to crag. The boys felt their blood chill as they heard it. There was something diabolical in the merriment of the wild man who, they knew, was making the hideous sounds. "I'm going back to the other island," declared Sam. "If you move I'll knock your head off," said Masterson.
Masterson ordered Sam to get on board; but just as the timorous youth was about to obey another hideous laugh from near at hand startled him so that he almost jumped out of his skin. He leaped forward, but in his alarm missed the boat and gave it a shove that sent it into the stream. Sam fell flat on his face, while Masterson, with an exclamation of dismay, leaped for the boat.
"I shall fix your bond at $500, as you were driving the car and directly responsible for the accident, and that of your companions at $100 each." Young Masterson gave an ironical bow. Chief Biff Bivins escorted him to the telephone.
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