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They conversed in whispers and Dick's ears were ever on the alert, for he felt certain that Vorlange or Yellow Elk would sooner or later continue the search for them. Nellie was very sleepy and at last her eyes closed and she dropped into a slumber upon Dick's shoulder, forming such a pretty picture the youth could do nothing but admire her.
"It is Jack Rasco!" cried Vorlange. "Boys, this is Pawnee Brown's right-hand man!" "I know him!" growled Tucker. "Rasco, you're in a box now and don't you forget it. You've been spying on us." "Make him a prisoner," said another of the cavalrymen, an under officer. "If he is a spy we'll have to take him back to the fort and turn him over to the captain."
"I must tell Clemmer and Gilbert before I try to hunt up Pawnee again, or go after Nellie. If there was a fight as Vorlange seems to think, there might be a hundred or more killed." Having overheard all that he deemed necessary, the man of the plains started to retreat. He had taken but a few steps when he found himself cut off from his horse.
On the instant Louis Vorlange was forgotten, not only by Rasco, ut also by Dick. It made both shudder to think that Nellie had been carried off by a redskin. They turned into the trail from which Humpendinck had emerged, and were soon on their way to the camp. Here Rosy Delaney was found very much disturbed. She came up to Rasco wringing her hands.
He could not go to the agency and claim any glory, for he had run away without permission, although he had told Vorlange he was away on a special mission connected with the soldiers. And deeper than all was the thought that if he did not capture Nellie now, he might do so later on, when he had separated from the spy.
As the day was drawing to a close Vorlange appeared, a peculiar smile upon his face. He had met the cavalrymen, and Jack Rasco had been captured as previously described. "Well, we are going to move now," he said to Nellie, and threw down a rope that he might haul her up out of the hole. "Where to?" "You'll learn that later."
They were not a moment too soon, for the ready ears of Yellow Elk had heard the splash and the cry, and now he came bounding in the direction, with Louis Vorlange at his heels. "They are coming closer, Dick! What shall we do?" It was Nellie Winthrop who asked the question.
"I worked hard for it, and at last I got a chance to compete at the examination. Among the other boys who competed was Louis Vorlange. He had been the bully of our school, and more than once we had fought, and twice I had sent him to bed with a head that was nearly broken. He hated me accordingly, and swore I should not win the prize I coveted." "Did he try, too?"
"Out here we can't do things exactly as they are done in the big cities," grinned Vorlange. "We are out here after the boomers just now, and your being here with Pawnee Brown will rather go against you. But keep quiet now until I return." Thus speaking, the spy quirted the opening, leaving Nellie alone.
"What sort of a game are you working on me now?" "A square deal, Tucker. I've been keeping my eye on you, and I reckon you are the fellow to do what I want done." "And what do you want done?" Vorlange stepped closer. "The boomers are going to try to cross into Oklahoma either to-morrow or day after. There will be a fight, I am certain of it, and somebody will be shot and killed.
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