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"I will," and Louis Vorlange raised his right hand as though to make good such a blasphemous promise. "All right, then; I take you up," answered Tucker. "Don't you take it so hard, my lad; I feel certain that your father will turn up sooner or later." It was Pawnee Brown who spoke. He addressed Dick, who sat on a horse belonging to Jack Rasco.
Th' ould woman will have to shtay in the wagon till the wather runs off of itself." "I wonder if it is possible my poor father wandered into town," mused Dick. "Perhaps he did that and was locked up by the police. He is well, you know he gets strange spells," and the youth's face flushed. "Run into town, lad, and make a search," answered the boomer. "If I and Rasco get the chance we'll follow.
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!
Mike ran around to where Jack Rasco was in earnest conversation with a stranger who had just come in from town. The stranger had brought a letter from Nellie Winthrop, posted two days before, and saying when she would arrive. The letter caused Rasco not a little worry, as so far the girl had failed to appear.
"White girl make noise Yellow Elk kill!" he hissed into his fair captive's ear, and drew his hunting knife. The tramp of feet came closer. A detachment of foot soldiers were moving through the woods. Soon they came within sight of the pair. As they came closer Nellie saw they were Government troops. A prisoner was between them a man. It was Jack Rasco.
"Pawnee, if you can spare a little time I would like your advice," he said, and mentioned the letter from Nellie Winthrop. "It's mighty strange the gal don't turn up, ain't it?" "Perhaps so; but she may have been detained," answered the scout. At this Rasco shook his head. The bearer of the letter had seen Nellie's name on the hotel register. Something was wrong, he felt sure of it.
Immediately after this the boomer held a short consultation with Clemmer. "I feel it my duty to help Rasco to escape, if it can be done," he said. "Besides, it is high time for me to return to Dick Arbuckle and to find out, if possible, what has become of Jack's niece." "Shall I go along?" questioned Clemmer, "I wouldn't like anything better." "All right, come on," answered the great scout.
And so speaking Yellow Elk thrust the torch into the dry brush and set it on fire! "That man is going to shoot Jack Rasco!" Such was the thought which rushed into Dick Arbuckle's mind as he heard the fatal words spoken in the woods near the river bank.
This is known as the Rasco baby detector and it is made and sold by the Radio Specialty Company, 96 Park Place, New York City. The base is made of black composition and on it is mounted a standard in which a rod slides and on one end of this there is fixed a hard rubber adjusting knob while the other end carries a thin piece of phosphor-bronze wire, called a cat-whisker.
"Dead sure saw him with my own eyes. Ha! ha! they tried to catch Pumpkin, but they might as well try to catch a ghost. Ha! ha! but I give 'em a fine run." It took a good deal of talking to get a straight story from the half-witted youth, but at last Pawnee Brown was in full possession of the facts. Pumpkin had seen Rasco on the march just before Dick was taken.
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