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"More of Yellow Elk's work!" muttered the boomer. "I'll tell you, men, that red is a corker, and as a dead Indian he couldn't be beat." "I declar' this most stumps me!" growled Dan Gilbert. "Here's the trail plain enough, but it's all out of the question ter follow on shank's own mare." "Let us hunt up Clemmer and the others," suggested Jack Rasco.
Scouts sent out to watch had reported that the cavalry were watching every movement closely, but Pawnee Brown did not dream that Louis Vorlange had overheard what was said at a meeting in the woods, or that this scoundrel had hired Tucker, the cavalryman, to shoot down both himself and Dick Arbuckle. Presently Jack Rasco found his way to the scout's side.
"Der sthory she tole I can's most believe him." "See here, out with the whole thing, or I'll swat yer one on the cocoanut, Humpendinck!" roared Rasco. "Yer as long-winded ez a mule thet's gone blind." "Gracious, Rasco, you vouldn't hit me, afther I ride me dree miles und more ter tole you?" wailed the German, reproachfully. "I dink me you vos mine pest friend, next to Pawnee Prown, ain't it?"
On the instant Louis Vorlange was forgotten, not only by Rasco, ut also by Dick. It made both shudder to think that Nellie had been carried off by a redskin. They turned into the trail from which Humpendinck had emerged, and were soon on their way to the camp. Here Rosy Delaney was found very much disturbed. She came up to Rasco wringing her hands.
"Whoa there!" cried Rasco, and did all he could to soothe the animal. The horse appeared to understand that assistance was at hand, and became quiet, while Rasco quickly released the locked leg and the beast floundered up to a safe footing. "Well, we're in a pocket, 'pears ter me," reflected the man of the plains as he gazed about him.
A moment later they saw Louis Vorlange hurry from the barroom of the hotel, leap upon his own animal, and strike out of town in a westerly direction. "If I had a horse I'd follow him," began Dick, when Rasco motioned the youth to hop up behind. Soon they were riding after Vorlange, but not close enough to allow the spy to imagine that he was being followed.
He said he felt rather strange in his head when he went to bed. If only Jack Rasco would come back." From the front end of the wagon Dick Arbuckle shifted back to the rear. Here the same dreary outlook of storm, mud and flapping canvases presented itself. Not so much as a stray dog was in sight, and the nearest wagon was twenty feet away. "I must find out where he is.
The tree reached, the frontiersman threw back the flat rock and brought forth the message left by the great scout. He read it aloud. "Following Yellow Elk!" cried Jack Rasco. "I know the rascal! And it was he as stole my gal! Jess wait till I git my hand on his windpipe, thet's all! Whar's thet cave, Gilbert?" "I don't know, but it must be somewhere up the ravine. Come on."
Tiptoeing their way across the veranda, which was deserted, they soon found themselves close to the open window mentioned. "And so that is settled," they heard the man from New York remark. "I am glad to hear it, Vorlange." Vorlange! Dick started and so did Jack Rasco. The boy was trying to think where he had heard it before. Ah, he had it now.
"You'll go to the fort. And I fancy the boy will go, too, since he seems to belong to the boomers." And against his earnest protestations Dick was made to accompany the soldiers, being bound hand to hand with the man of the plains. An hour later the soldiers' camp was reached, and Rasco and Dick were placed in a temporary guard house. They had been there but a short while when a visitor entered.
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