Part 13 (1/2)

”And would you be willing that your money should be risked on any such a venture?” asked the Sheriff, turning to Sabella with a smile.

”Indeed I would,” answered the girl, promptly. ”After the splendid way Mr. Brackett helped us last evening, I know whatever he says must be so.”

”That will do,” said Mr. Riley. ”With such sureties I am well content, and am willing to make public acknowledgment that these gentlemen are what they represent themselves to be. Now, for their future guidance, I will tell them what I have not yet hinted to a living soul. It is that their raft has probably been stolen and taken down the river by the most noted gang of counterfeiters that has ever operated in this part of the country. There are three of them, and I thought I had surely run them to earth when I traced them to the island just above Dubuque. You must have seen them there, didn't you?”

”No, sir,” replied Winn, to whom this question was addressed. ”I only saw one man on the island. He said he was a river-trader, and would help me float the raft. We went to look for his partners, and when I came back, it and he were both gone. After that I did not see a soul until you came along and arrested me.”

”That confirms my belief that they have appropriated your raft to their own uses,” said the Sheriff; ”and it is a mighty good scheme on their part, too. We were watching all the steamboats, and even the trading scows, but never thought of finding them on a raft. They have probably disguised it, and themselves too, long before this, so that to trail them will be very difficult. I suppose you will try to follow them, though?”

”Certainly I shall,” answered Billy Brackett, promptly. ”I haven't undertaken this job only to give it up after a week's trial. As for Winn, though, I don't know but what I really ought to send him home.”

”Now look here, Uncle Billy. You know you don't mean that. You know that, much as I want to see mother and Elta, I simply _must_ find that raft, or, at any rate, help you do it. You couldn't send me home, either, unless you borrowed a pair of handcuffs from the Sheriff and put me in irons. Anyway, I don't believe you'd have the heart. If I thought for a moment that you had, I'd--well, I'd disappear again, that's all.”

”All right,” laughed Billy Brackett. ”I'm willing you should go with us if Bim is. What do you say, old dog? Speak, sir!”

And Bim spoke till the echoes rang again.

CHAPTER XXII.

A ”MEWEL” NAMED ”REWARD.”

It being thus settled that the search for the raft was to be continued, the Sheriff said: ”I wish I could go with you, Mr. Brackett, and see this affair through; but those fellows are beyond my hunting-ground now, and I've got important business to attend to up the river. I'll tell you what I will do, though. I'll appoint you a deputy, and give you a bit of writing witnessed by a notary, as well as a badge. The paper will identify you, and state that you are engaged on government business, which ent.i.tles you to official aid wherever you may demand it. I will also give you samples of the bills those fellows are circulating. They are fives and tens, and by far the best specimens of that kind of work I have ever seen. Of course, if you don't catch them it will be all right; but if you do, perhaps you'll remember old friends when the reward is paid.”

Billy Brackett thanked Mr. Riley, and accepted these friendly offers, though he afterwards remarked to Winn that as they were searching for a lost raft, and not for a gang of counterfeiters, he thought it unlikely that he should ever play the part of Sheriff.

”But you'd try for that reward if you had the chance, wouldn't you?”

asked Winn.

”No, I would not,” was the prompt reply. ”Man-hunting, and especially man-hunting for money, is not in my line. It is a duty that Sheriffs are obliged to perform, but, thank goodness, I am not a Sheriff.”

At the conclusion of all these explanations and arrangements, the entire party adjourned to the _Whatnot_, to which Sabella had already returned, and where they were to dine, by Cap'n Cod's invitation.

What a good dinner it was, and what a merry one! How Solon, who in a speckless white ap.r.o.n waited at table, grinned at the praises bestowed upon his cooking! How they all chaffed each other! Winn was ironically praised for his success in losing rafts, and the Sheriff for his in capturing counterfeiters; Cap'n Cod was gravely congratulated upon the result of his efforts to entertain the public, and even Sabella was highly praised for her skilful performance on the hand-organ. With all this banter, Cap'n Cod did not lose sight of the obligation under which Billy Brackett had placed him the evening before, and so sincerely regretted that he and Winn were not to continue their voyage down the river on the _Whatnot_, that the former finally said:

”Well, sir, if you really want us to, I don't see why we shouldn't travel with you until we overhaul our raft. I am rather taken with this show business myself, and have always had a desire to appear on the stage. As for Winn, and that other young monkey, Don Blossom--”

”All right,” laughed Winn. ”I'd rather take the part of monkey than of mule, any day.”

”Other young monkey,” continued Billy Brackett, gravely, without noticing this interruption, ”we'll hitch them together and exhibit them as Siamese twins. Oh, I tell you, gentlemen, we'll give a show such as never was seen on this little old river. I don't suppose this craft is as fast as some of the larger steamboats, but she can certainly overtake a raft, and we might just as well have some fun out of the trip as not.”

”But she is not a steamboat,” confessed Cap'n Cod.

”Not a steamboat! What is she then, and how do you propel her?”

”She is only a mule-boat, and at present, as we have no mule, we merely drift with the current.”

At this Billy Brackett became thoughtful, and asked to be shown into the engine-room. He had not appreciated Winn's reference to acting the part of a mule until now; but at sight of the treadmill, and a sudden realization of the part his nephew had taken in the performance of the preceding evening, he laughed until the tears filled his eyes, and the others laughed in sympathy.

”Oh, Winn, Winn!” he cried. ”You'll be the death of me yet! I wonder if ever an uncle was blessed with such an absurd nephew before?”