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What he had heard surprised him greatly. Many of the plans of the boomers, made in such secrecy, were known to the government authorities. The plan to move westward to Honnewell was known, and a passage through to Oklahoma from that direction was, consequently, out of the question. "The boys must know of this," thought Rasco.
As Mortimer Arbuckle failed to come West, Jack Rasco returned to the companionship of Pawnee Brown, for, as already stated, he considered himself the great boomer's right-hand man. At last Mortimer Arbuckle had come on with Dick, to find Rasco had given his word to Pawnee Brown to stick with the boomers until the desired entrance into Oklahoma was effected. "Yer will hev ter wait, Mr.
Going from wagon to wagon, he shook the sleepers and explained matters. In less than a quarter of an hour a dozen stalwart boomers were in the saddle, while Jack Rasco brought forth an extra horse of his own for Brown's use. "Has anybody seen the dunce?" questioned the scout. No one had since he had gone off with Dick to look for the so-called ghost.
"Gosh! what a lot of excitement we are passing through out here! More than I experienced in all my life in New York." "The West is the place fer stirrin' times, lad." Jack Rasco turned to his prostrate foe. "Wall, Stillwater, do yer think it war a trick now, tellin' yer ter look behind yer?" The rascal answered with a groan. "My head is split in two!" he cried. "Who struck me? What, that boy?
As the day was drawing to a close Vorlange appeared, a peculiar smile upon his face. He had met the cavalrymen, and Jack Rasco had been captured as previously described. "Well, we are going to move now," he said to Nellie, and threw down a rope that he might haul her up out of the hole. "Where to?" "You'll learn that later."
"I don't believe a boomer would rob yer father," said he, reflectively. "Like as not it war somebody who followed yer from New York some man as knew the value of them air minin' deeds." "Well, I'll go back to camp and make a search, anyway, Rasco. But what brought you here?" "I'm lookin' fer my niece, Nellie Winthrop."
"It means I'm a prisoner," answered Rasco, sadly. "Have you seen anything of Nellie?" In a moment Dick had told his story, to which the soldiers as well as Rasco listened closely. At once several of the guard were sent off to hunt up the redskin, if it were possible to do so. Rasco wanted to go along, but his request was refused. "You'll slip us if you get the chance," said the officer in charge.
"Can he be up here?" Vorlange started. "I I think not. "He's a slick one, Vorlange; remember that." "I know it, but some men are slicker. Wait until this boom is busted and you'll never hear of Pawnee Brown again." So the talk ran on. Rasco listened with much interest, forgetting the fact that he had promised to follow Pawnee Brown as soon as the stray-away horse was secured.
He was resolved to kill his enemy there and then. Pawnee Brown should not again escape him. After leaving Pawnee Brown, Jack Rasco followed the trail of his horse through a small grove of trees and along the upper bank of the very stream upon which the great scout encountered Yellow Elk. "Blamed ef he didn't go further nor I expected," muttered Rasco to himself as he trudged along.
Footsteps outside of the prison interrupted Louis Vorlange. An instant later Pawnee Brown and half a dozen others stepped inside of the apartment. "Pawnee Brown!" cried Dick and Rasco together. "Are you a prisoner, too?" continued the boy. "Hardly," smiled the great scout. Then he noticed Vorlange. "Just the men we are after." "Me?" ejaculated the spy. "Yes, you."
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