Part 1 (2/2)
Chet and Paul lived with their elder brother Allen at a typical ranch home in Idaho, on one of the numerous branches of the winding Salmon River. The home was a rude but comfortable affair, with several outbuildings close at hand, the whole surrounded by a rude but substantial stockade, a relic of the time when troubles with the Indians were numerous.
It was a warm, suns.h.i.+ny day in August, and the two boys had been down to the river fis.h.i.+ng at a favorite deep hole near the roots of a clump of cottonwood trees. Each had a nice mess of fish strung on a brush branch, showing that their quest of game had not been a vain one.
For three years the three Winthrop boys had lived alone at the ranch home. Their former history was a peculiar one, the particulars of which will be given later. Just now we will follow Chet and Paul to the barn, the door to which stood half open.
”Gone!”
The single word burst from the lips of both simultaneously. It was enough, for it told the whole story. Their two animals, Jasper and Rush, had vanished.
”Thieves, as sure as fate!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Paul, gazing rapidly on all sides. ”See how the lock has been broken open.”
”And they have taken all the extra harness as well,” added Chet, his black eyes snapping angrily. ”I wonder how long ago this happened.”
”There's no telling, Chet. Let's see--we went off about eight o'clock, didn't we?”
”Yes.”
”Then the rascals have had nearly four hours in which to do their dirty work. By this time they are probably miles away. This is the worst luck of all.”
”You are not going to sit down and suck your thumb, are you, Paul?”
questioned the younger brother, quickly.
”Not if we can do anything. But we are tied fast here,--we can't follow on foot,--they knew that when they came to rob us.”
”Have you any idea who the thieves can be?”
”Most likely a remnant of that old gang from Jordan Creek. I knew they would spring up again, even after Sol Davids was lynched. Let us take a look around, and see if we can't find some clew to their ident.i.ty.”
”If only Allen would come----”
”Fire off your gun. If he is in hearing that will hasten his movements.”
Thus directed, Chet hastened outside, and running to the house, quickly brought forth his double-barreled shotgun. Two reports rent the air a second later, and then the youth returned with the still smoking firearm to the barn.
”Have you found anything?” he asked.
”Here is a strap that doesn't belong to our outfit,” replied Paul. ”But it's only a common affair that might belong to any one.”
”And here is a silver cross!” cried Chet, as he sprang forward to pick up the object.
The article which Chet had found embedded in the dirt flooring of the barn was really of silver, but so unpolished that it did not s.h.i.+ne. It was not over an inch in length and height, with a round hole directly in the center. At the four corners of the cross were the letters D A F G.
”What do you make of it?” asked Paul, impatiently, as he bent over to examine the object as it lay in his younger brother's palm.
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