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"We are all patriots here," interjected Walter Perkins. "All but one and he's a German," spoke up Stacy Brown. "I refer to that noble man, Professor Zepplin, first cousin to the airship known as a Zeppelin " Professor Zepplin's whiskers fairly bristled. "Young man, that will do!" he thundered. "I am an American citizen, and you have no right to question my loy "
I'm going into Walter Perkins' father's bank." "Does father know about it?" "Of course he does!" retorted Stacy. "Did you think I was going to break into the bank?" "Can't tell about you," laughed Tad. "As for Ned and me Professor Zepplin's friend, Colonel Van Zandt, who has large timber interests, has used his influence to get us appointments in the United States Forestry Service.
He nearly got us." "Tell me about it." Tad did so briefly, making as little of his own achievement as possible. He related also, how the prisoner had gained possession of Professor Zepplin's revolver and of the latter's narrow escape from death. "Boys, you've done a big thing. The captain will be interested in you," said Mr. Withem. "He's been wanting this man for a long time."
I must be imagining things tonight," he muttered, when, after three or four illuminations, he had discovered nothing further. Tad was about to return to his cot when his attention was once more attracted to the spot. And what he saw this time thrilled him through and through. A man was cautiously leading two of the ponies from camp, just back of Professor Zepplin's tent.
Professor Zepplin's sombrero was snipped from his head. Stacy lay groaning on the ground. "Ride for the rocks!" shouted Tad as shot after shot began popping from somewhere in the mountains, the bullets screaming over their heads close to their ears or snipping up flecks of dust in the plain. Tad drove his pony straight at Stacy Brown.
The Professor having been assisted to his tent and a lotion prepared for his aching head, Jose was hurried off to the cabin of Ben Tackers with an urgent demand for his presence. When Ben responded, and had listened to the full account of Professor Zepplin's mishap, he sat grave and thoughtful. "Bad lot," he growled.
"You'd have both of us at the bottom if I left it to you to take care of this end." "I'm ready, sir when you are," reminded Tad. The guide, without further delay, and giving no heed to Professor Zepplin's nervous protests, slipped the noose over Tad's shoulders, and, drawing it down and up under his arms, secured the knot so that the loop might not tighten under the weight of the boy's body.
Examining the ground closely he found four distinct trails leading from the abandoned camp. These trails were fresh, showing that ponies had only recently been ridden over them. They all looked alike, however, and he was unable to determine which of them had been made by Professor Zepplin's pony. "Evidently the party, whoever they were, split up after leaving here," thought the lad aloud.
"That sounds promising, Master Tad. You are a level-headed young man, even if you do take long chances and do foolish things now and again. I shall adopt your suggestion and we'll be off at once." They were forced to pack some of their belongings on the back of Professor Zepplin's mount, while each of the two mules was subjected to an additional load.
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