Part 7 (1/2)

”They did? Why, they didn't seem to know me just now!”

”Perhaps they didn't by sight, but they knew your name, and they asked me how often you made the trips, where you stopped, how long it took, and they even wanted to know what kind of a horse you rode.

”I simply refused to tell them, and then they began to threaten and bl.u.s.ter. I was beginning to get frightened, but I made up my mind I wouldn't give in to them. And then--well, you came along, and I guess I never was so glad to see you, Jack! But, of course, they really did me no harm. How did it happen that you got here ahead of time?”

”Oh, I just hurried, that was all,” Jack answered. He did not want to tell Jennie what he had overheard on the road. It might make her nervous, as she might think there was some plot afoot to rob the post office.

”And there is something in the wind, or I'm mistaken,” mused Jack, ”though what it is I can't guess. I'm going to be on the watch harder than ever.

The plot is beginning to thicken, as they say in stories,” and he made a mental picture of the two men.

The stage coach came in a little later, and Jack received a number of parcels for transmission to Rainbow Ridge. As he was ahead of time, and as there was some mail of importance, Jack resolved to make an immediate trip back, though he would not arrive at the other end of the trail until after dark.

”Oh, Jack! Do you think it will be safe?” Jennie asked.

”What safe?” he asked, with a smile. ”The mail?”

”No--you!”

”Why shouldn't I be safe? I've ridden the trail before after dark.”

”I know. But those--those men--”

”Nonsense! I'm not afraid.”

Nevertheless, Jack was a little nervous as he galloped along the mountain path after night had fallen. He started at every little noise, for while there had been no robberies of the mail for some time, still such things were known to happen occasionally.

But the two strangers who had annoyed Jennie were not seen around town after the episode, and Jack did not think they were desperate enough to try to hold him up. Besides, while there were some letters and parcels of importance, there was not enough of value in the pouches this trip to make it an inducement for robbery.

”They wouldn't take the risk for what I've got with me,” reasoned Jack. And he was right. At least there was no attack on him, and he reached Rainbow Ridge safely and delivered his stuff.

Mr. Bailey was not quite so well next day, and Jack was worried about him.

But Dr. Brown said the ailment, which was a form of intermittent fever, might often take a turn like that. Jack said nothing to his father about the two men who had annoyed his cousin, but he did report the occurrence to Mr. Perkfeld, who promised to have an investigation made.

But nothing was heard of the men, nor could any trace of them be found, after a somewhat limited search was made.

”I guess they were just fresh tenderfeet,” said the manager of the pony express company.

Jack, however, did not altogether share this view.

It was about a week after this that, as Jack reached the Mansion Hotel one morning to receive the mail, he was approached by Mr. Argent, who had a number of red-sealed letters in his hand.

”This time I'm really going to let you take them, Jack,” he said. ”My friend Wayde thinks it's all right to forward them to their destination now.”

”Are they as important as ever?” asked Jack, with a smile.

”Yes, and more so, Jack. I'll just give you a hint,” the miner said, in a low voice. ”Wayde and I have discovered a secret mine, and if things go right it may mean a big thing for us.”

”A secret mine?” questioned the young pony express rider.