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These same punchings and outbursts had gone on since the days that Oliver was in short trousers and Stiger was superintendent of the Sunday-school which the boy had attended in his early years Stiger was still superintendent and of the same school: cashiers had to have certificates of character in those days.
"Stiger, I want to have a talk with you," said Dan, with more firmness than is usual in one of his age. "What you want now?" demanded the half-breed. "I want to know what you have done with my father's papers." "What papers do you mean?" "The papers you stole from my father's cabin while we were out after the Indians." "I was not near your house I took no papers!" cried the half-breed, fiercely.
Asked to describe the stranger, Pompey gave a fairly good description of him, and this fitted Hank Stiger exactly. "He is around for no good purpose," said Amos Radbury. "Are all of the mustangs safe?" "Yes, sah. I'se dun watch dem de whole night, sah." "We must keep a watch to-night, too, and to-morrow we can go on a hunt and see if he is hiding anywhere near."
"And Stiger walked out, I suppose," finished Lieutenant Radbury, bitterly. "We allow as how he run out an' putty quick-like, too." "Did anybody make a hunt for him?" "To be sure. But he had two or three hours the start of us, and so we couldn't find his trail." "Reemer ought to be locked up himself." "We ducked him in the horse-trough. But he wasn't so much to blame, after all.
The words came from Dan. He could not help but admire his brother's pluck, yet he was sorry that the affair had taken such an acute turn. His caution was unnecessary, for Ralph had no intention of firing, excepting Stiger should attempt to rush by him or use the gun slung on his shoulder. The mustang took several steps, and then the half-breed brought him to an abrupt halt.
The return to the town was made without incident, and at the local lockup Dan told his story, and it was decided to keep Stiger a prisoner for the time being. He was searched, and in one of his pockets was found some small silver trinkets, which Dan at once identified as belonging to his father. But no trace was there of the papers relating to the land grant.
"I'd like to know if the cattle are safe," remarked Dan, after his father had left. "If those Indians should take it into their heads to round them up and drive them off it would be a big loss." "Perhaps Hank Stiger will put them up to it," returned his brother. "I suppose he is mad enough to do most anything."
"Yes, if you'll promise to tell me about the papers." "I I will." Pompey was at once sent for a pitcher of fresh water, and when it arrived Hank Stiger grabbed it with both hands and drained it dry. Nectar could not have tasted sweeter to him. "Now what did you do with the papers?" Amos Radbury asked, after Stiger had given a long sigh of satisfaction. "I I lost 'em."
"So you are willing to talk now, Stiger?" "How can I help myself?" "Then tell me why you tried to blow up my cabin?" "I wanted to git squar' fer havin' me locked up." "But you deserved to be locked up, after that attack on Dan and Henry Parker." At this the half-breed shrugged his shoulders. "And you must remember perfectly well what you did before that," continued Amos Radbury.
"I'd like to know what became of Wolf Ear and Hank Stiger," remarked Dan, as he flung himself on the ground, glad enough to get out of his high and uncomfortable Mexican saddle. "They know enough to git out o' sight when thar's a fight on," answered Poke Stover, with a broad laugh. "Them kind o' varmin always does."
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