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But perhaps the gentleman had gone off, to render assistance, or, it was possible, on a search for his satchel. "Guess I'll take the train and risk it," was Richard's conclusion. "He is bound to follow to Rockvale sooner or later, and we will probably meet in the depot."
Luckily, several doctors had been passengers on the train, and as they were uninjured they took charge of all who needed their aid. Finally a train backed down to take the passengers to Rockvale, the next town of importance. Richard hardly knew what to do. If Mr. Joyce was hurt it was certainly his duty to remain.
She sped back to the house and with a trembling hand rang the bell of the old-fashioned telephone that furnished a new blessing to the ranches. A moment later Curt Sikes, the telegraph operator at Rockvale, almost fell from his chair as he took the following message over the wire at Mrs. Haines's dictation: Harry Marvin, Fifth Avenue, New York: Pauline kidnapped. Come at once. Mary Haines.
"When'll she be on?" drawled one of the players. "Tomorrow's express." "Sence when did the express stop at Rockvale?" "Sence the president o' the road told it to stop for this here young person," replied the informant crushingly. Hicks was scanning the faces of the men about him with a purposeful eye.
Five days after the disappearance of Pauline, the express stopped again at Rockvale station. As Harry swung from the rear step to the dingy platform, there were many curious eyes to observe his arrival, but the watchers were mostly women and children. The men of Rockvale were still out on the long hunt for Pauline. Harry hurried first to the station telephone. Sikes had got Mrs.
But I must get away to Rockvale, to Mr. Haines's ranch, to the white people anywhere. You will help me?" He looked at her pityingly now. He had believed that she was an accomplice of the medicine man in a shrewd fraud, and he had merely wanted to share the joke, risky as it was. To find her an accidental and unwilling monarch struck him dumb. "That is very hard," he said slowly. "Look!"
As Pauline, trim in her traveling suit of gray and blithe in the clear Western air, tripped from the express, all Rockvale was there to meet her. Hal Haines, mighty man that he was in the region, was red with pride as the girl who could stop the express at Rockvale gave him her hand in happy greeting.
However, he made a pretense of sticking to the grind, and it was not until the Thursday on which his chartings showed Pauline would arrive at Rockvale that he actually quit and went home. He slipped into the library to be alone. It was more restful here. As he sat in the great leather chair and unfolded a newspaper, the portrait of Pauline smiled brightly down at him in seeming camaraderie.
He had spent the morning flaunting the news to fellow operators and rival communities that the Express had stopped at Rockvale. They had only half believed that, and now this added flourish was too much. Even Sheriff Hill, whom the message overtook at Gatesburg, fifteen miles south, laughed when he read it, and started for Rockvale only because he was going there anyway to get Case Egan.
On the very day when the white man's village of Rockvale was in a hubbub of excitement because of the kidnapping of Pauline, the village of Shi-wah-ki was tumultuous with a different fervor. Into the circle of the assembled chiefs, rimmed with awed faces of squaws and papooses, had danced the weird figure of Big Smoke.
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