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"My Nellie?" yelled Rasco. "Dot's it, Rasco. Ain't it awful! Dot Irish vomans seen dot Indian mit dot girl in his arms, flying der trail ofer like a biece of baber pefore a cyclone alretty!" "Humpendinck, are you telling the truth?" "I vos tole you vot dot Irish vomans tole me. Mike Delaney und dree udder mans vos lookin' for you."
"He's from New York a fellow who used to come sneaking around father's office, trying to gather information about mining shares." "Gee shoo, Dick! Yer don't mean it!" Jack Rasco was all attention instantly. "Maybe he's the rascal as knocked yer dad over?" "Perhaps. If I There is a man joining him." "I've seen thet chap afore. 'Pears ter me he works fer the government." "Do you know his name?"
"A horse thief!" ejaculated Jack Rasco. "Say, sod'ger, yer crazy! Thet boy a thief! Wall, by gum!" "That boy is no thief," put in Pawnee Brown. "He belongs to our camp, and is as square as they make them I'll vouch for it." "I ain't taking the word of any boomer," muttered Tucker sourly. "That kid hold on! Don't shoot!"
Rasco tried to run up the spongy incline and sank to his knees. "Ain't no use; I'll try a new game," he growled. Fortunately, Rasco was in the habit of carrying, in cowboy fashion, a lariat suspended from his belt. This he now unwound and with a dexterous throw caught the outer loop over a sturdy bush growing over one of the perpendicular sides of the opening.
"Oi reckon thot's the trail," said Delaney, after an examination. "And I vos dink dot ist der trail," put in Humpendinck. "An' I calkerlate this is the trail," added Cal Clemmer. Each pointed in a different direction, while Rasco and Dick were of the opinion that none of them were right and that the trail led up the ravine, just as it really did. An interruption now occurred.
Three additional cavalrymen were approaching from the thicket. "Here's a horse tied up!" cried one. "Boys, whose animal is this?" The call instantly attracted the attention of Vorlange and his companions. They turned toward the speaker, and now there remained nothing for Rasco to do but to run for it, and this he did at the top of his speed.
Rasco saw this snake a minute later, but the reptile slunk out of sight before he could get a chance to dispatch it. The trail of the horse led again back to the ravine, but not in the direction of the cave. Bound to secure the animal before rejoining Pawnee Brown, Rasco loped along in pursuit.
A short while after the two found themselves in the town once more. Nellie had put up at the Commercial Hotel, and to this hostelry they made their way and entered the office. "No news of the young lady," said the clerk in charge, who had been interviewed before. "I am quite certain she started for the boomers' camp on horseback." Rasco heaved a sigh.
A minute later Jack Rasco found himself a close prisoner. It was destined to be some time ere he again obtained his liberty. Thus were his chances of helping Pawnee Brown cut off. Let us return to Pawnee Brown, who, totally unconscious of the fact that Yellow Elk was creeping up behind him, stood beside the body of the dead wildcat, re-loading the empty revolver.
"You have no business to bring such a bull into camp in the first place, Buckley," he said. "Be more careful in the future, or you'll have to get out, bag and baggage. That bull might have killed half a dozen people had he charged the crowd." A short while after this the great scout and Clemmer set off from Honnewell along the ravine in search of Dick, Rasco and Nellie Winthrop.
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