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Updated: June 27, 2025
Now that Captain Rugley had given a clear explanation of how he had come possessed of a part of the loot of Señor Milo Morales' hacienda, Frances was not afraid to take a friend into her confidence. There was no friend, however, that she cared to confide in save Pratt. And it would anger her father if she spoke to the young fellow about the treasure.
"But that gorgeous girdle and bracelet you wore!" Frances secretly determined not to wear jewelry from the treasure chest again. She had never thought before about its causing comment and conjecture in the minds of people who did not know her father as well as she did. Suppose people believed that Captain Dan Rugley had actually stolen those things in some raid into Mexico?
Pratt Sanderson, to whom he happened to say this, nodded. "And one of the best," he assured the Californian. "Captain Dan Rugley is a noble old man, a gentleman of the old school, and one who has seen the West grow up and develop from the times of its swaddling clothes until now." "Wonderful country," sighed the director.
"You let him alone!" the girl commanded, gazing indignantly at the rascally man. "Oh! you shall be paid in full for all you have done this day. When Captain Rugley hears of this. "Quick, Pratt!" she shrieked. "That rifle!" Pete was bent over reaching for the weapon.
In another moment he would head into the body of Sue's mount with an awful impact! "Frances!" Pratt Sanderson fairly shrieked the ranch girl's name. He could do nothing to save Sue Latrop himself, nor could the other visitors from Amarillo. Silent Sam and his men were too far away. If with anybody, it lay with Frances Rugley to save the Boston girl.
"In several private talks with me, Captain Rugley, he has mentioned the incidents relating to the looting and destruction of Señor Morales' hacienda, over the Border in Mexico, while you and he were on detail in that vicinity as Rangers.
That expression and gesture was the first thing that really frightened the girl it was so wicked! She shuddered and fell back against the tree trunk. Never in her life before had Frances Rugley felt so nearly hysterical. The realization that she was in this man's power, and that he had reason to hate her, shook her usually steady nerves.
You're the heir of a rich man now isn't that so, Captain?" "That's so," agreed Captain Dan Rugley. "He'd better write in to his bank and tell 'em to excuse him indefinitely; and write to his mother to come out here and visit a spell with her brother. The Bar-T's big enough, I should hope hey, Frances? What do you say?" "I am sure it would be nice to have Pratt's mother with us.
He spoke of them as "the loot of old Don Milo Morales' hacienda"; but Frances knew well enough that her good father, Captain Dan Rugley, had been no land pirate, no so-called Border ruffian, who had robbed some peaceful Spanish ranch-owner across the Rio Grande of his possessions. Frances was a bit worried to-night. There were two topics of thought that disturbed her.
A telegram had come while Frances was absent from the chaplain of the Soldiers' Home, stating that Mr. Lonergan would start for the Panhandle in a week, if all went well with him. Captain Rugley was as eager as a boy for his old partner's appearance. "And I've been wishing all these years," he said, "while you were growing up, Frances, to dress you up in a lot of this fancy jewelry.
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