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It would have been foolhardy to say more, for Yellow Elk and Louis Vorlange were now within hearing distance, and the ears of the Indian chief were more than ever on the alert. The government spy had lighted a torch, which he swung low to the brook bank, while Yellow Elk made an examination of the ground. "Here footmarks!" grunted the redskin, a minute later, and pointed them out.
Scouts sent out to watch had reported that the cavalry were watching every movement closely, but Pawnee Brown did not dream that Louis Vorlange had overheard what was said at a meeting in the woods, or that this scoundrel had hired Tucker, the cavalryman, to shoot down both himself and Dick Arbuckle. Presently Jack Rasco found his way to the scout's side.
It seems ter me he hollered out Louis onct, too." A sudden light shone in the great scout's eyes. He gripped his companion by the arm. "Try to think, Jack. Did Arbuckle speak the name of Vorlange Louis Vorlange?" "By gosh! Pawnee, you hev struck it Vorlange, ez plain ez day. Do yer know the man?" "Do I know him?" Pawnee Brown drew a long breath.
But he is innocent." "He is guilty!" shrieked Louis Vorlange. "I saw him do the deed!" "I see you acknowledge you were in Creede at that time," answered Pawnee Bill, and Vorlange staggered back over the bad break he had made. "As I said, Mortimer Arbuckle is innocent.
A ride of half an hour brought the pair to the edge of a heavy timber. Through this they picked their way, until a small clearing was gained, where was located a low log cabin, containing two rooms. The log cabin was not inhabited, and Vorlange pushed open the door without ceremony. "You'll stay here over night," he said, as he ushered Nellie into the smaller room.
Dick and Nellie listened to the quarrel with bated breath. Both hoped that Vorlange would follow to the cabin. When he approached closer than ever, their hearts seemed to almost stop beating. Feeling that a contest was at hand, Dick groped around in the darkness for some weapon. No stick was at hand, but at his feet lay a jagged stone weighing all of a pound.
Like a flash his pistol came up and he fired into the crowd, which parted in surprise and let him pass. But not more than ten steps were covered when Pawnee Brown caught him by the arm and threw him headlong to the ground. At the same time the prison sentry fired, and Vorlange was mortally wounded in the side. "I'll not forget you!" he cried to Pawnee Brown.
Turning swiftly, she saw an evil-looking man scowling down upon her from a small opening under one of the rocky walls of the cul de sac. The man was Louis Vorlange. Nellie did not know the fellow; indeed she had never heard of him. But there was that in the spy's manner which was not at all reassuring as he leaped down to where she stood. "I say, how did you come here?" went on Vorlange.
"What do you want of me, Pawnee Brown? I want nothing to do with such as you a thieving, low-down boomer who oh!" Vorlange ended with a yell, for Pawnee Brown had caught him by the ear and almost jerked him off his feet. "Let up! Let up! Oh!" "Now keep quiet Vorlange," said the scout sternly. "You can thank your stars that I didn't put a bullet through you for letting your tongue run so loosely."
"I shall answer no more of your questions, sir. Let me go!" "You'll come along with me," muttered Vorlange. "I take it you know what the boomers intend to do, and, if that is so, your information is just what the government wants." So speaking he attempted to drag Nellie up the rocks to the opening before mentioned.
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