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Updated: June 2, 2025
The day you left, Nanny was found resting herself and chewing her little cud on the middle of Tad's bed; but now she's gone! The gardener kept complaining that she destroyed the flowers, till it was concluded to bring her down to the White House. This was done, and the second day she had disappeared and has not been heard of since. This is the last we know of poor Nanny."
Ahead of him, the boy could hear the ponies' hoofs on the rocks, and now and then a distant crash told him they were working up into the dense second growth that he had seen in his brief tour of inspection earlier in the evening. He realized from the sound that he was slowly gaining on the missing animals. Tad's blood was up.
Perhaps it was the loneliness of his position. Yet he had been alone in mountain and forest many times before. "Hello, up there!" he shouted, pulling himself to a sitting position. "Hello!" answered Walter. "I'm going to bed. Don't worry about me. I suppose the Indian has not returned?" "No such luck," answered Ned, who had come up beside Walter and replied to Tad's question.
Then he remembered that he had heard of roving bands of Indians in that part of the country Indians who had been getting off their reservations and indulging in various depredations. "Are we getting near the place?" asked the lad finally, a growing uneasiness rising within him. "I'll ask the chief," said the young Indian, who had been riding by Tad's side.
Tad's face flushed a vivid red, and he uttered a sharp exclamation. "What is it?" demanded Stacy. "Nothing much. Maybe I've made a discovery. Don't let's idle here. Let's go on and see if we can't get our bear. This seems to be our lucky day," said the boy, pocketing the stone and once more shouldering his rifle. "Come, mush, as Anvik would say."
Together they would confer about the newly-discovered facts. "Don't wait too tarnal long to sell, boy, or something will happen. Tad's unlucky. Sell if ye can, an' I'd make that tarnal critter, Williams, buy the whole business, if I was you." Tad and Willis stood some time talking, Willis then took the plans and the other things that had been in his father's coat, and started home.
The Number 2 section to which the superintendent's informant had referred, was a quarry mine, off among the mountains in the vicinity of the red rock that had attracted Tad's attention as they neared the camp. He made a sudden resolve to visit the place on the following day.
He swung toward Butler at the same instant pulling the trigger of his rifle. Once more the rifle roared its savage protest. But that was its last roar for the time being. Almost at the instant when he pulled the trigger the mountaineer received Tad's rock in the pit of his stomach.
"I observe that all of you have pretty keen senses," smiled the Ranger captain. "Something smells good." "It's the coffee that Tad's making for you," answered the fat boy solemnly. "How's the going?" "Pretty fair. How is it with you?" returned the captain. "So, so," answered Stacy carelessly. "You heard about my getting shot, didn't you?" "Oh, yes, I heard all about it."
I'll be ninety-five now, in jist a few weeks, an' I'm as spry now as most any o' yew fellers. I'll live longer'n some o' ye yit. Yep, I'm feelin' mighty spry agin sence Tad's got back. Kind o' seems like the old days afore the shanty was burned. I ca'calate them there devils must o' injoyed that performance." The fellows all stood at attention.
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