Part 44 (1/2)

”You don't mean,” said the astonished Van, ”that you are going to stay behind?”

”Yes,” answered Ralph, with a significant glance at Ike. ”I have an idea it is my clear duty to investigate why Ike Slump built that raft.”

CHAPTER x.x.xIV--VICTORY!

In about five minutes the arrangements were completed by Ralph and Van for the transportation of their prisoner to ”headquarters.”

Ike Slump, tied securely, was snugly propped up in the seat beside Van.

Ralph waited until he saw them safely on their way, and then went straight back to the spot where he had discovered Ike.

A cursory view of the raft had already awakened a vivid train of thought. Now, as he looked it over more particularly, Ralph found that he had grounds for suspicions of the most promising kind.

”Ike must have been at work on this for several days,” decided Ralph. ”I didn't think he had so much patience and constructive ability. It's big enough to carry a house, and of course his making it, as he says, to float himself down stream to a safe distance, is sheer nonsense.”

Some large logs formed the basis of the raft. Over these were nailed boards to give its bottom depth and solidity.

It was a sight of those boards that had set Ralph thinking. Such handy timber, he recognized, had no business this far from civilization. Where had they come from?

”Those two are box covers,” concluded Ralph, after a close inspection, ”and they are the exact size of the boxes I saw at Cohen's back room at Stanley Junction. I must find out what it does mean.”

Then Ralph made a second discovery, and knew that he was distinctly on the hot trail of something of importance.

Two corners of the raft were bound with heavy bra.s.s pieces used as ornamental clamps on pa.s.senger coaches. They were stamped inside ”G.N.”

”Great Northern property, sure,” reflected Ralph, ”and of course part of the stolen plunder. That wagon load never went to or through Dover, so far as the police people have been able to find out, but I am sure it did come here, or near here, or what is Ike doing with those pieces?”

Ralph now set about tracing Ike's living quarters. They must be somewhere in the immediate vicinity.

He had little difficulty in following up a worn path across the gra.s.s.

It led to a snug shakedown, under the lee of a slope roofed over with dry branches and gra.s.s.

Here Ralph found a case of canned goods, a box of crackers and a lot of tobacco and cigarette papers. On a heap of dry gra.s.s lay a wagon cus.h.i.+on.

Ralph circled this spot. He had to exert the ingenuity and diligence of an Indian trailer in an effort to follow the footsteps leading to and from the place in various directions. Finally he felt that his patience was about to be rewarded. For over two hundred feet the disturbed and beaten down gra.s.s showed where some object had been dragged over the ground, probably the boards used in the construction of the raft.

The trail led along the winding sh.o.r.e of the creek and up a continuous slope. Then abruptly it ceased, directly at the edge of a deep, verdure-choked ravine.

Ralph peered down. A gleam of red, like a wagon tongue, caught his eye.

Then he made out a rounding metal rim like the tire of a wheel. He began to let himself down cautiously with the help of roots and vines. His feet finally rested on a solid box body.

An irrepressible cry of satisfaction arose from the lips of the lonely delver in the debris at the bottom of the ravine.

When Ralph clambered up again he was warm and perspiring but his eyes were bright with the influence of some stimulating discovery.

He stood still for five minutes, as if undecided just what to do, glanced at the fast-setting sun, and struck out briskly in the direction of the road leading to Dover.

It was midnight when he reached the town he had visited earlier in the same day. Ralph went straight to the police station of the place.