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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Uncle Tad says it will!" exclaimed Bunny. In a measure it was Uncle Tad's idea that Bunny and Sue were carrying out. "You wash the window," he told his sister, "and I'll open the oatmeal." Soon there was a busy time in Mrs. Golden's store. Bunny was hammering and pounding away opening the oatmeal cases, and Sue was washing the window, having first taken out the few things Mrs.
"That has all been taken care of, fellows. Tour fathers, as well as mine, know all about it." "You don't mean it?" marveled Ned. "Yes." "Is Tad Butler going on that old skate of his?" bristled Chunky. "I can't say as to that," answered Walter. "Well, if he does, it's me for home. Why, we never would get beyoud the water works station, he would he so slow. Does my uncle know about Tad's old mare?"
Butler's assailant dropped his burden, dodged into a passageway in the deck-house, closing the door behind him and disappearing before the newcomer reached the door and threw it open. Then the rescuer turned to the unconscious Tad Butler. "Well, here's trouble!" he muttered. Taking up Tad's limp form he carried it to where the light from the grating shone up. "It's that freckle-faced kid.
Not that he was particularly careless, but he unconsciously relaxed a little of his former caution. In the meantime Tad Butler had crept on past the place where the party had first planned to go into camp. Not a sign of a human being greeted Tad's watchful eyes. The lad climbed the side of the rocks, keeping his body hidden in the foliage as much as possible.
"I think you will find something on one of the two remaining mules something that will answer the purpose," suggested the Professor. "But first, I would suggest that you unpack your tents and pitch them. It is plain that we shall have to remain here all night." "Why not throw Tad's tent down to him if we don't succeed in getting him up?" asked Chunky.
The rest will be up to the government, but I guess you've got it clinched for all time." When Tad returned to Yakutat three government surveyors went with him to run the lines and definitely establish the claim. Sandy Ketcham also filed a claim, but Tad's being the prior one the case would have to be decided by the proper government officials; though there was really no doubt of the outcome.
"There ain't a time but what some of Tad's crowd are snapping at each other to beat the band. Every little while a fight is on the carpet. Takes Tad half the time keeping peace in the family." "Huh!" chuckled Steve. "I've seen him do it by knocking down both of the scrappers, just as neat as you please. Ted likes that way of keeping the peace.
It was this delicate physical condition that had brought about the gift of the pony. The family physician had advised it in order that the boy might have more out-door air, and on this May morning Walter had brought the pony out to show to his admiring friends. "Tad's a good rider. Isn't he a beauty?" breathed Chunky, as they watched the progress of boy and horse down the street.
Simms, Luke Larue and Ned, all eagerly discussing Tad's mysterious disappearance. For a moment not one of those in the office spoke a word. Tad stood before them, his clothes hanging in ribbons, his face scratched and torn, the dust and grime of the plains fairly ground into his face, hands and neck.
"No make chief angry," urged the young brave. "I tell you I'm going. You let me alone," persisted the boy, making another effort to ride from them. This time the chief whirled his own pony across Tad's path. From under his blanket, he permitted the boy to see the muzzle of a revolver that was protruding there. "Ugh!" grunted the chief. "Him say you must go. Him shoot! No hurt paleface boy."
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