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I said Vorlange didn't go to West Point; but he was strong with the politicians, and as soon as he was old enough he got a position under the government, and now I understand he is somewhere around the Indian Territory acting as a spy for the land department." "By gosh! I see. An' ye think Mortimer Arbuckle knows this same chap?" "It would look so.
"Thet's so, b'gosh," was Rasco's comment. "But say, Pawnee, he's a reg'lar snake in the grass." "I know it." Pawnee Brown looked at Dick. "Has he been threatening you, lad?" "Yes; threatened me and my father, too." "Have no fear of him, Dick. Louis Vorlange, you have about reached the end of your rope." "What do you mean?" and the spy's lips quivered as he spoke.
We've got another prisoner besides yourself, and between the two of you I reckon we'll find out before long just what the boomers are up to." And with a dark look upon his face, Louis Vorlange stalked out of the apartment, locking the door after him, and thus leaving Nellie to her fate. "Pawnee Brown at last!" The words came from one of the boomers, a fat but spry old chap named Dunbar.
Instantly dismounting, he tied his animal fast to a tree that the creature might not wander away again, and worked his way noiselessly through the brush. The voices came from a nearby clearing, and approaching, Rasco saw on horseback Louis Vorlange and half a dozen cavalrymen, among them Tucker, Ross and Skimmy, the trio who had sought to detain Dick as a horse thief.
"I feel certain they will come this way," one of the strange troopers was saying. "I saw at least two boomer spies along yonder ravine." "They will come to Honnewell," answered Vorlange. "It may be that instead of making a rush they will try to sneak in during the night, one at a time." "We'll be ready for 'em," muttered Tucker.
"Do you reckon the boomers know we are on hand to stop them?" questioned Skimmy. "They know nothing," answered Vorlange. "If Pawnee Brown leads his men in this direction they will fall directly into a trap if the lieutenant does as I have advised, and I think he will." "I hope the boomers start to fight and give us a chance to wipe 'em out," muttered Ross.
He took it up and held it in readiness. Closer and closer came Vorlange, turning now to the right and now to the left, for following the trail among the rocks and brush was no easy matter. "Might as well give yourselves up!" he called out. "I am bound to spot you sooner or later." To this neither offered any reply, but Dick felt Nellie shiver.
Vorlange breathed hard and glared from one to the other. Then of a sudden he caught Dick by the arm and turned him to one side. "Boy, beware how you cross me," he hissed into Dick's ears. "Beware, I say! I have known your father for years, and I have the knowledge in my possession which can send your father to the gallows." "Checkmated! By Jove, but this is too bad."
Then the whole party set off on a gallop for the agency, where was to be enacted the last scene in this little drama of the southwest. As Vorlange uttered his dire threat into Dick's ear, the boy turned pale and staggered against the wall of his prison. "Wot's that yer sayin'?" demanded Jack Rasco, who plainly saw the changed look upon his companion's features.
The blow left a deep cut from which the blood flowed in a stream, and Vorlange was completely stunned. "Oh, Dick, have you you killed him?" burst from Nellie's lips, in horror. "I guess not, Nellie; he's stunned, that's all. Come, let us run for it again before that Indian changes his mind and comes back." "You might take his pistol," suggested the quick-witted girl. "A good idea I will.
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