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"A good man as generous as he is brave," murmured Mortimer Arbuckle. "Would the world had more of such fellows." "Pawnee Brown and Jack Rasco are the best fellows in the world!" answered the youth. "But, come, let me carry you to yonder house, where you can get dry and also get something to eat." He assisted his parent to his feet, then lifted the man to his back and started off.
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.
A moment's reflection convinced Dick that this was sound advice, and he said he would follow it, mentally resolved not to accuse Vorlange of anything until he had gotten his parent to confess to the true state of affairs. By this time the boy and the man of the plains had left the veranda and walked around to where Rasco had left his horse.
"Alone?" ejaculated Clemmer. "Yes if you want to join Pawnee." "By gosh, but that boy's nervy fer a city chap!" cried the cowboy boomer, in admiration. "Well, you know there's a girl in this, Cal," rejoined Pawnee Brown, dryly. "And I reckon she's a girl well worth going through fire and water for." At this Dick blushed. "I want to find out about Rasco, too," he hastened to say.
As long as he could he kept out of sight behind the bushes. But soon Tucker caught sight of him. "Halt, or I'll fire!" came the command. Tucker spoke first, and several others followed. As Rasco was now in plain view, and as each of the enemy had a firearm of some sort aimed at him, it would have been foolishness to have thus courted death, and the man of the plains halted.
It was Louis Vorlange! "So they have you safe, I see," began Vorlange, when Rasco sprang at him and knocked him down. "Will you make my niece a prisoner," he cried, wrathfully, for Dick had told him the story. "You dirty spy!" "Hold up," gasped Vorlange, his face growing white. "Rasco, don't be a fool. I I made her a prisoner because I have orders to arrest anybody found roaming around "
"Couldn't do it, eh, boy?" he said, and the beast shook his mane knowingly. "Git along alone, then!" went on Rasco, and struck the horse on the flank. Away went the steed, and this time the top of the hole was gained without much difficulty. "Now you're out, how am I ter make it?" It was easy to ask this question, but not so easy to answer it.
"Yes, Jack; you are one of the few men I know I can trust in everything. But two of us are not enough. If harm has befallen the Arbuckles it is the duty of the whole camp or, at least, every man in it to try to sift matters to the bottom." "Right ye air, Pawnee. I'll raise a hullabaloo and rouse 'em up." Jack Rasco was as good as his word.
As the reader knows, the beautiful mare was gone, and had been for some time. "I suppose that young Arbuckle took her," he mused. "But, if so, why doesn't he come back here with her?" There being no help for it, the scout set off for the camp of the boomers on foot. He was just entering the temporary settlement when he came face to face with Jack Rasco, another of the boomers.
The scout turned to the Indian who had been wounded. "Dead as a door nail. Pity it wasn't Yellow Elk." "So say I," answered Rasco. "But we'll git him yet, mark my words!" With all possible speed they ran out of the cave and to the spot where they had left their horses. Here a disagreeable surprise awaited them. Every animal was gone, including the one Pawnee Brown had ridden.
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