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Then the whole party set off on a gallop for the agency, where was to be enacted the last scene in this little drama of the southwest. As Vorlange uttered his dire threat into Dick's ear, the boy turned pale and staggered against the wall of his prison. "Wot's that yer sayin'?" demanded Jack Rasco, who plainly saw the changed look upon his companion's features.
It was now growing dark, and the great scout felt that he must ere long return to the boomers' camp and give the order necessary to start the long wagon train on its way westward to Honnewell. Little did he dream of what the government spy and the cavalrymen had discovered and how Jack Rasco had been taken prisoner. "Pawnee!"
Suddenly two pistol shots rang out, followed by a cry of pain and rage. There was a brief silence, then came the words which made Dick's heart almost stop beating: "Now I'll fix you for helping to run me out of town, Jack Rasco! I never forget my enemies!"
"I chust here him apout quarter of an hour ago, und I ride der horse's legs off ter told yer." "But what is it out with it?" "It's apout dot girl you vos lookin' for. Rosy Delaney, dot Irish vomans vot haf such a long tongue got, she tole me der sthory. Gott im himmel! it vos dreadful!" "But tell me what it is, Dutchy!" exploded Rasco. "Wot is dreadful?"
Don't put the blood on my head! an' a lot more like thet, till my blood most run cold an' I shook him ter make him wake up. Now, don't thet look like he had something on his mind?" "It certainly does, and yet the man is not quite right in his upper story, although I wouldn't tell the son that, Rasco. But what was the name he mentioned?" "Bolange, or Volange, or something like thet.
There was a stir in the bushes above their heads, and an elderly scout peered down upon them, rifle in hand. "Hullo, Jack Rasco, wot's the best word? Whar is Pawnee Brown?" "Dan Gilbert!" cried Rasco. "Come down, Pawnee ought to be somewhere about here." In a moment more Dan Gilbert, a heavy-set, pleasant-looking frontiersman, stood among them. A hasty consultation immediately followed.
"John Rasco, but I believe the men all call him Jack Rasco." "Why, is it possible! I know Jack Rasco well in fact, my father and I have been stopping with him ever since we came on from New York.
With the truce declared by the actions of the authorities at Washington and the word given by Pawnee Brown that no attempt should be made to enter Oklahoma for the present, it was not deemed advisable to hold either Dick or Rasco longer, and the two were given their freedom, to journey at once to Honnewell, in company with the great scout and Nellie Winthrop.
He shook his fist at them savagely, then disappeared like a flash into the woods. "He'll not keep any of his promises," said Dick. "Keep 'em? Yer didn't expect it o' thet viper, lad? No, he's an enemy to the death. But whar did yer come from, and have yer found out anything about yer poor father?" Dick's story was soon told, to which Rasco listened with much interest.
The pair had been scouring the plains and the woods for three hours in search of Dick's father. "Poor father! If only I knew what had become of him!" sighed the lad. In his anxiety he had forgotten all about his adventures among the cavalrymen who had sought to detain him as a horse thief. "It's a mystery, thet's what it is," burst in Jack Rasco.
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