“Don’t move, Aleck!”
said Thad, instantly, and he raised his voice enough,
to purposely let the three men hear what he said.
Of course the boy did not budge.
Perhaps he even gave Kracker back look for look, only
that there may have been a smile of contempt upon
his boyish face.
“Don’t you hear what I
say, come here!” roared the colonel.
“He hears you all right, but
he feels quite satisfied to stay where he is,”
said Thad, in a cool tone.
The other turned those blazing eyes on the speaker.
“Who asked you to put your finger in my business?”
he demanded, harshly.
“I’m not. It’s
you who keeps on meddling with things that concern
this boy and his mother only. I suppose you are
Colonel Kracker?” Thad went on.
“That’s my name, and anybody
who knows me would tell you that you’re doing
the most foolish thing in all your life, when you try
to interfere with any affair on which I’ve set
my heart. I want that boy to come to me!”
and he shook his fat finger threateningly toward Aleck
as he said this.
“Then you’ll have to take
it out in wanting, let me tell you;” replied
the patrol leader, “for he belongs in this camp
of Boy Scouts; and we’re going to stand back
of him.”
If Thad was excited he certainly did
not seem to be so; in fact Giraffe wondered how in
the world he could command his voice so well, and
speak so calmly, when on his part he was fairly shivering
with the nervous tension.
“What’s that you say?”
shouted the big man, bristling all over with rage
until he seemed to swell up larger than ever.
“Why, you little imp, d’ye know what I’ve
a good notion to do with you for this insulting talk?”
“I don’t know, and neither
do I care,” replied Thad, “but there’s
one thing I do think you ought to know.”
“Oh! you do, eh? What might
that be?” demanded Kracker, sneeringly.
“Turn your head a little to
the left, and you’ll see a pile of rocks,”
the scoutmaster went on. “Now, look up on
top of that pile, and you’ll see a young fellow
on one knee, holding a big rifle straight on you.
That’s one of our chums. He’s from
the State of Maine, where they teach boys to be able
to hit a leaping deer straight in the heart every shot.
Try and take just three steps this way, if you want
to test his skill with the rifle. Or any one
of you start to raising a gun; and my word for it
you’ll never know what hit you. Get that,
Kracker?”
Evidently the big man saw Allan kneeling
there, and holding his gun leveled. The sight
did not give him any too much enjoyment, either, judging
from the way some of the color faded from his face.
He spluttered quite as much as before, but he had
lost a good part of his make-believe courage.
In fact, Thad believed he had the big bully on the
run; and he meant to press his advantage.
“If I don’t get him this
time, I will later on,” said Kracker, giving
Aleck a look of intense hatred.
“Don’t you believe it,”
declared the scoutmaster, cheerfully. “We’re
going to see him through, and if it’s necessary,
we’ll find a way of sending word to the fort,
and bringing a bunch of hard-riding cavalrymen here
to chase you out of the mountains. And just remember,
Colonel Kracker, there are eleven of us, all told,
well armed, and knowing how to take care of ourselves.
We’re no city greenhorns, either, but scouts
who have had a whole lot of experience in hard places.
Now, if you know what is good for you, keep away from
our camps, wherever they may be. Our guide, Toby
Smathers, who knows you like a book, says that lots
of good people would throw up their hats and cheer,
if they heard you’d crossed over the line.
You understand what I’m saying, I guess, don’t
you?”
“You’re doing a fool play,
young feller, believe me,” spoke up the man
called Waffles, thinking it was up to him to stick
in his oar. “They ain’t many men
as would dar’ talk to the kunnel like you
done. Better hand the boy over to him; he’s
his uncle, and has a right to take charge of him.”
“That’s a lie!”
burst out Aleck, angrily. “He came around
our home, and tried every which way to get mother
to just tell him what she knew about the mine, promising
all sorts of shares if only she’d trust him;
but since she didn’t know a single thing about
where it lay, and wouldn’t believe him on oath,
either, course she didn’t make any arrangement.
But he ain’t any relation of mine.”
“It wouldn’t make any
difference if he was, Aleck; when you say you don’t
want anything to do with Kracker, that settles it,”
and Thad all this while kept his eyes fixed on the
big man, because he believed the other to be just
full of treachery and all kinds of trickery, so that
he would be ready to do something desperate if only
he thought he could take the young scoutmaster by
surprise, and off his guard.
“You don’t understand
the matter at all,” complained the big man, with
something like a whine in his gruff voice now, showing
that he was pretty nearly cowed.
“How is that?” demanded the other, instantly.
“I’m meaning to be his
friend, and the friend, of his folks,” Kracker
continued.
“Funny way you have of showing
your friendly feelings, then, I must say,” declared
Thad, with scorn in his voice; “making him a
prisoner, trying to force him to give up a secret
you choose to think he carries; and when he refuses
to take you at your word, putting him there on that
ledge, to starve, or face a horrible death in perhaps
falling down a couple of hundred feet.”
Kracker looked a little confused,
but it was only a flash in the pan. Such a thing
as shame was foreign to his nature. For years
he had been used to browbeating almost every person
with whom he had had dealings. The fact that
first of all a mere slip of a woman had dared defy
him, and then her boy did the same, nettled him beyond
description; and he had arrived at desperate measures
at the time Aleck, so unfortunately for the boy, fell
into his hands.
And now it galled Kracker to see how
he and his two helpers were being actually held up
by a parcel of half grown lads. Why, it would
seem as though some mockery of fate had taken hold
of his fortunes, and was finding keen pleasure in
adding to his humiliation.
He would have liked to rush upon these
cool boyish customers, and to have trampled them under
foot, as he had possibly done many men in times past,
when he was less huge in his proportions, and could
get around better. But somehow he did not dare
attempt it.
Perhaps it was the display of weapons
that awed him; and yet Colonel Kracker was accustomed
to seeing such things, and knew how to take them at
their true value. Then it may have been the manner
of the spokesman of the little party that had so depressing
an effect upon the bully. Why, what was the world
coming to, when mere boys began to hold the whip hand,
and shape things as they pleased?
He started to talk, but spluttered
so much he could not make intelligible sounds.
And his round moon face had taken on a deep red hue
again, until it bordered on the purple. Thad,
who had some knowledge of medicine, as we have seen
on numerous occasions, really began to wonder whether
the bulky man might not be getting perilously near
the border line, and taking chances with a sudden attack
of apoplexy, or else something else along those lines.
Once or twice Thad had seen something
move back of the three men. He dared not take
his eyes off them long enough to look carefully, and
at first could not decide whether it was a prowling
wolf, bold enough to come thus near the camp in broad
daylight; or a human being.
He even suspected at one moment that
possibly the invaders might have been in greater numbers
than any of the scouts dreamed; and that some of them
were even then creeping around, with the idea of turning
the tables on the boys by a sudden coup.
But that idea went glimmering, when
he contemplated the utter impossibility of any foe
crawling across the bare and open stretch of rock
extending between their camp, and the foot of the rise.
It certainly could never be done;
and with the Maine boy keeping watch on things from
his eyrie amid the piled-up rocks.
Then what?
Why, to be sure, it must be the Fox.
The young Crow had vanished, Thad remembered, at the
approach of the trio of prospectors. Just where
he had gone the patrol leader had neither known, nor
cared, at the time. He seemed to have some reason
for fearing either Kracker, or one of the two lesser
rascals with him; and appeared desirous of keeping
out of their sight.
Thad also remembered that the Indian
boy possessed a gun. He only hoped he would not
do anything rash; but then he had been present when
the scoutmaster spoke to those under him; saying that
as members of the great organization that made for
peace, they must not use their firearms unless as
a very last resort; and then only to cripple their
enemies. The Crow had nodded his head with the
rest when Thad asked for this assurance; and surely
an Indian keeps his word.
There, once again his head poked up
into view, and this time so close to the men that
Thad saw the Fox had been stealthily creeping nearer
all the time.
Did he have some object in his movements,
or were they caused simply by curiosity to see how
close he could get, unobserved, to the one he seemed
to fear?
Seeing that Kracker was too furious
to even control his voice, the shorter fellow, whom
Thad took to be Waffles, again put in his talk.
“It’s plain to be seen
you critters don’t know the kunnel,” he
observed, bitterly, just as though he himself had had
a long experience, and knew what it meant to stir
up that vile temper too far. “He never
gives a thing up. He’s jest like a bulldog
that gits a grip. Ye may chase us off this time;
but we’ll stick like a plaster; and in the end
git what we wants. We allers does.”
“Oh! you don’t say?”
remarked the scoutmaster, with cutting emphasis; “well,
the chances are the lot of you will get what you’ve
been richly deserving a long time back, if you keep
on meddling with our affairs. And now, suppose
you skip out. We couldn’t come to any agreement
if we talked an hour. And we have some other
things we want to do. Take your fat friend away,
Waffles; he’s liable to explode before long,
unless you do.”
Amazed at the cool defiance of the
boy, the man called Waffles mechanically started to
obey. But before they had taken half a dozen
steps backward, Thad heard a strange, hissing sound
that he could not understand. The next instant,
to his astonishment, he saw Waffles pulled over backwards,
his feet sprawling awkwardly. His calls for help
were half muffled, and for a very good reason; since
he was being partly choked by the loop of rope which
the young Crow Indian had thrown over his head with
so much dexterity, and then jerked tight.