Part 5 (1/2)
”He ain't nowhar Rosy Delaney says he went off with Pumpkin to look for his dad, who had disappeared----”
”Then he didn't come back? What can have becorew full of concern ”So around here, Jack,” he continued, and told the boomer of what had happened up at the Devil's Chimney ”First it's the father, and now it's the son and ate this”
”I'm with yer, pawnee--with yer to the end Yer know thet”
”Yes, Jack; you are one of the few
But two of us are not enough If harm has befallen the Arbuckles it is the duty of the whole camp--or, at least, every ht ye air, pawnee I'll raise a hullabaloo and rouse 'e froon, he shook the sleepers and explained matters In less than a quarter of an hour a dozen stalwart booht forth an extra horse of his own for Brown's use
”Has anybody seen the dunce?” questioned the scout
No one had since he had gone off with dick to look for the so-called ghost
”We will divide up into parties of two,” said pawnee Brown, and this was done, and soon he and Jack Rasco were bounding over the trail leading toward the Indian Territory, while others were setting off in the direction of Arkansas City and elsewhere
”So curious about the side by side ”Morti hyer fer his health, but kick me ef I kin see it”
”I think rind,” responded the leader of the boomers ”You know he came West to see about some land”
”Oh, I know thet But thar's somethin' else, sure ez shootin' ez shootin', pawnee It kinder runs in my noddle thet he is a'lookin' fer soot ht when the boy wuz over ter Arkansas City the old htroan 'Don't say I did it, Bolange,' he moans 'Don't say that--it's an awful crime! Don't put the blood on my head!' an' a lot more like thet, till my blood most run cold an' I shook him teron his mind?”
”It certainly does, and yet the h I wouldn't tell the son that, Rasco But as the na like thet It seeht shone in the great scout's eyes He gripped his companion by the arm
”Try to think, Jack Did Arbuckle speak the naosh!+ pawnee, you hev struck it--Vorlange, ez plain ez day Do yer know thebreath ”Jack, I believe I once told you about ton and elsewhere before I left home to take up a life on the cattle trails?”
”Yes, pawnee From all accounts you wuz cut out for a schoolmaster, instead of a leader of us boomers”
”I was a professor once at the Indian Industrial school at pawnee Agency That is where I got to be called pawnee Brown, and where the pawnees became so friendly that theyin those boyhood days at Wellington; I wanted to have a try at entrance to West Point and follow in the footsteps of Grant and Custer, and fellows of that sort”
”Ye deserved it, I'll bet, pawnee”
”I worked hard for it, and at last I got a chance to co the other boys who coe He had been the bully of our school, and ht, and twice I had sent him to bed with a head that was nearly broken He hated ly, and swore I should not win the prize I coveted”
”Did he try, too?”