Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: July 27, 2025
Captain Rugley grunted, and might have said something explanatory, but just then Ming came softly to the door, whining: "Dlinner, Misse." "Guess Pratt's hungry, too," grunted the Captain, rising. "Let's go in and see what the neighbors have flung over the back fence."
It was Pete, the man who had been orderly at the Soldiers' Home, at Bylittle, Mississippi, and who had frankly owned to coming to the Panhandle for the purpose of robbing Captain Dan Rugley. The girl of the ranges was much puzzled what to do in this emergency.
"Your old uncle who never did much of anything for you or the rest of the fam'ly all his life. But he's goin' to be able to do something now. "Listen here: Captain Dan Rugley says the treasure chest old Señor Morales gave us so long ago is all right. It's chock-full of jewels and gold and money Shucks! I'm as crazy as a child about it," laughed the old man.
"The attentions of that old mountain lion bothered me so that I did not sleep much the fore part of the night," Pratt explained. "How about that bird you heard on the roof?" the Captain asked, calmly. "I don't know what it was. It sounded like big wings flapping," the young fellow explained. "But I really didn't see anything." Captain Rugley grunted, and said no more.
Never was such a place as the old Bar-T for folks getting hurt." "Bar-T?" ejaculated the young man, with sudden interest. "Then you must be Miss Rugley, Captain Dan Rugley's daughter?" "Yes, sir," said the girl, quietly. "Captain Rugley is my father." "And you're going to put on that very clever spectacle at the Jackleg schoolhouse next month?
The school teacher read the prologue, and the spectators settled down to listen and to see. His explanation of what was to follow was both concise and well written, and the whisper went around: "And she's only a girl! Yes, Miss Rugley wrote it all." Sue sniffed. The teacher stepped back into the shadow and the painted curtain rolled up.
The physician pronounced it rheumatic fever, and a very serious case indeed. Responsibility weighed heavily upon the young shoulders of Frances of the ranges in these circumstances. Old Captain Rugley insisted upon being out of doors, ill as he was, and they made him as comfortable as possible on a couch in the court where the fountain played.
He told them just where he had met Ratty M'Gill; but he stuck to his imaginary description of the person who had entrusted the letter to him. "Going, west, you say?" said Captain Rugley. "It might be to lead us off the trail. And then again, he might be going right back to whatever place they have Frances hidden. "I fear we'll have a hard time following a trail to-night, anyway.
When the kindly old ranchman considered her a wall-flower and came and begged her to "give him a whirl," Sue had to break through her "icy reserve." Although they did not dance the more modern dances, she found that Captain Rugley knew his steps and was as light on his feet as a man half his age. "I have given Mr. Rheumatism the time of his life to-night!" declared the owner of the Bar-T brand.
The expression "treasure chest" was so odd that it stuck in the young man's mind. He was very curious as to what it meant, and determined, when he knew Frances better, to ask about it. A little silence had fallen after the girl's speech. Then Captain Rugley started forward suddenly and the forelegs of his chair came sharply to the planks.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking