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Let me off, and I'll give you all the money I have with me." "It won't do, Stillwater." "It's nearly a thousand dollars. Take every cent of it and let me go!" The gambler fairly grovelled at Jack Rasco's feet. His horror of dying was something fearful to contemplate. "I'll give yer one chance, Stillwater," said Rasco, in deep disgust, and at once the rascal's face took on a look of hope.
The mule gave a short snort, broke what remained of the harness and scampered off to make a complete circuit of the camp and then fall into his regular place near Jack Rasco's turn-out. "Want him some more?" asked Jack, who had seen the fun, and was compelled to laugh, in spite of his worry. "Want him some more, is it?" growled Mike. "Not fer a thousand dollars, Rasco!
To return to Pawnee Brown at the time when he made the double discovery that Yellow Elk, the rascally Indian, was riding his stolen mare, Bonnie Bird, and had as his fair captive Nellie Winthrop, Jack Rasco's niece. For the moment the great scout was nearly dum founded by the revelation.
I will be back soon. The boomer read the note with interest. Then he hastily scribbled off the answer: "Have read the note that was left. Am following Yellow Elk, who stole my mare and has Jack Rasco's niece a captive. Yellow Elk is bound for some cave in the mountains.
"Well, Vorlange, what am I to do now I am out here?" "Remain in Arkansas City for the present and take it easy." "You promised me a hundred dollars on my arrival." "And there it is." There was the rustle of bank notes. "New money, eh?" was Dike Powell's comment. "Been printing some out here?" "Not much. I know better than to go into the counterfeiting business." Dick clutched Rasco's arm.
He could not see either of the men, but he felt tolerably certain in his mind that Rasco's assailant was Stillwater, the gambler, who had been run out of Arkansas City by Pawnee Brown, Rasco, Clemmer and a dozen others. "Would you kill me?" came in Rasco's voice. The boomer was concerned and was doing his best to gain time, in the hope that something would turn up to his advantage.
"Down with the reds!" came in the ringing voice of Jack Rasco, and he appeared from out of a cloud of smoke, closely followed by Dan Gilbert and Dick. "Pawnee! Am I in time? I hope ter Heaven I am!" "Jack!" cried the great scout. A slash of Rasco's hunting knife and he was free.
"If you go after him you'll get no chance to hunt up your niece," began Dick, when the city was left behind. "That's true, lad." Jack Rasco's face grew troubled. "I don't know wot's best ter do. It ain't fair ter let yer follow Vorlange alone; an' with only one hoss hullo, wot does this mean? Carl Humpendinck, an' wavin' his hand to us like he war crazy."
"Thet's so, b'gosh," was Rasco's comment. "But say, Pawnee, he's a reg'lar snake in the grass." "I know it." Pawnee Brown looked at Dick. "Has he been threatening you, lad?" "Yes; threatened me and my father, too." "Have no fear of him, Dick. Louis Vorlange, you have about reached the end of your rope." "What do you mean?" and the spy's lips quivered as he spoke.
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