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Updated: June 7, 2025
"You're too late," said one of the citizens, to Amos Radbury, as they rode up to the lockup. "Too late?" "Yes." "What do you mean?" asked Dan. "You're after that Hank Stiger, I take it?" "We are." "He skipped out, day before yesterday." "Broke jail?" "Well, not exactly that, Radbury. Louis Reemer was a-watching of him, and Louis got drunk and left the jail door unlocked, and "
He had drank just enough to be utterly reckless, and carried his pistol in his hand ready for another shot. Providence saved Dan from the anticipated attack. While Stiger was still two rods off, the boy happened to turn and catch sight of him. His pistol was still in his hand, and, without stopping to think twice, he fired on the half-breed.
At what?" "A man, sah, wot was a-creepin' around de ranch, sah, peepin' in de doah an' de winders, sah." "A man?" "Hank Stiger, I'll wager a dollar!" cried Dan. "It must have been that fellow," added Ralph. "What became of the man, Pompey?" went on Mr. Radbury. "I can't say as to dat, sah. As soon as I dun spot him, sah, I got de gun, an' he run away like de Old Boy was after him, sah."
"Do you expect me to believe you, after what has happened here, and after that affair of the deer?" At this Stiger was silent. He wanted to get up and rush at Dan, despite the levelled pistol, but the wounded knee held him back. Had he been a full-blooded Indian he would have suffered in silence, but, being only a half-breed, and of poor Indian and white blood at that, he groaned dismally. "Dan!"
"And have you seen Carlos Martine since?" questioned Amos Radbury. "No." "Then you do not know where he is?" Once more Hank Stiger shrugged his shoulders. "I think he got afraid and went to Mexico. A good many people around Gonzales do not like him, and I think he was afraid I would expose him," he ventured.
"I'm not going to let him get away in this fashion!" went on the younger lad, excitedly. "He's got to give up that meat, or I'm going to know the reason why." "Don't be rash. Hank Stiger is a bad man to deal with." "Are you going to let him go without doing anything?" demanded Ralph. "I'm sure you wouldn't if it was your deer!" he added, bitterly.
"Here is another canoe let us follow him in that," replied Dan. Henry was willing, and they were soon on the river. Dan could paddle well, and they made rapid progress around the raft and in the direction Hank Stiger was taking. Reaching the opposite shore at a point some distance below Gonzales, the half-breed leaped into the bushes and made his way to a pine grove farther away from the bank.
These sketches he would mail to the cashier as anonymous communications, always stopping at the bank the next day to see how Stiger enjoyed them. He generally found them tacked up over the cashier's desk. Some of them were still there when Stiger died.
"Who says so tells a lie." "I know you did take them, and unless you give them up I will have you placed under arrest." "Ha! don't you talk to Hank Stiger that way, or you will be sorry for it." The half-breed's hand stole under his coat, and he showed the handle of his hunting-knife. "Do you see dat?" Dan sprang back, for he knew how treacherous the man before him could be.
I was afraid you had had trouble with them." "No, we've had trouble with somebody else," answered Dan, but before he could go any further Ralph appeared. The tale about the deer and Hank Stiger was soon told, Mr. Radbury listening with close attention. "And do you think I did wrong, father?" questioned the youngest Radbury, as he concluded his narrative.
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