Frank Merriwell's Backers; Or, The Pride of His Friends

by Burt L. Standish

  CHAPTER XVI.

  FRANK DETECTS TREACHERY.

  Needless to say Frank did not send Pablo away. He did not tell the boyof the warning found on the door. Instead, he called the Mexican lad andsaid:

  "Pablo, I want you to watch Tracy closely for me. Will you?"

  "Senor Frank can be sure I weel," said the boy.

  "If possible, I want you to get some of Tracy's handwriting and bring itto me."

  "Eet I will do, senor."

  "But look out for him. He's dangerous. Don't let him catch you playingthe spy."

  "I tak' de great care 'bout that."

  Before noon the Mexican boy came hurrying to Merry, his big dark eyesglowing. He caught hold of Frank's hand and gave it an excited pressure.

  "I haf eet!" he said.

  "What is it you have?"

  "Some of hees writeeng. He do eet in de mine offeese when he think noone watch heem. I see heem through window. He put eet in lettare, stickeet up, put in pocket, then drop um. I know; I watch; I pick eet up.Here eet ees!"

  He thrust into Merry's hand a soiled, sealed and undirected envelope.

  "Eet ees inside," said Pablo, all aquiver.

  "Come in here," said Frank, leading the way into the cabin.

  Bart and Jack were watching Ephraim Gallup at a distance from the cabin,the Yankee youth being engaged in a brave attempt to ride a small,bucking bronco.

  When they were inside the cabin, Frank closed and fastened the door.Making a hasty examination of the envelope, he quickly lighted a smallalcohol-lamp beneath a tiny brass tea-kettle, which he partly filledwith water.

  In a very few moments steam was pouring from the nozle of the kettle.Holding the envelope in this, Merry quickly steamed open the flap,taking from it a sheet of paper.

  Pablo's eyes seemed to grow larger than ever as he watched. Frankunfolded the paper and read:

  "I have decided to except terms, and to-night will be the time for you to come down on the mine. The whisky will be yoused to get the men drunk, jest as you perposed, and I'll hev them all filled up by ten o'clock. Wate tell you hear three shots right togather, then charge and you'll take the mine, havin' only Merywel and his tenderfeet backers to fight, and them I will hav fastened into their cabin. J."

  Merry whistled over this, showing no small amount of surprise.

  "Ees de writin' what you expec'?" asked Pablo anxiously.

  "It's somewhat more than I expected," said Frank. "By Jove! there willbe doings here to-night."

  He quickly decided on the course he would pursue. Carefully drying theflap of the envelope, he placed some fresh mucilage on it, thrust themessage into it, and resealed it carefully.

  "See here, Pablo," he said quickly, "if you can do it, I want you totake this and drop it just where you found it, so that Tracy will bepretty sure to recover it. I do not wish him to know that it has beenpicked up. Do your best. If you can't do it, come and tell me."

  "I do eet," assured Pablo, as he took the envelope, concealed it beneathhis jacket, and slipped from the cabin.

  Frank had been given something to think about.

  "So Tracy has turned traitor," he meditated. "He has decided to betraythe mine into the hands of Cimarron Bill's gang. It was his writing onthe notice pinned on the door, not Bill's. That notice was a fake, andit made him angry because it didn't work out as he planned. Bill got athim through Hop Anson, who must have been in Bill's employ all along.Well, to-night is the time I give those ruffians their final setback.Another repulse will discourage them. They would have descended on theplace while I was in their power if they had fancied there was anychance that I might escape with my life."

  Pretty soon he walked out, with his hands in his pockets, and joinedhis friends, laughing heartily over Gallup's trials, and seemingundisturbed by any worry.

  Later he entered the mine and found that Tracy was not about. Nor couldhe discover anything of Pablo. The afternoon was far spent when theMexican boy suddenly appeared before Frank.

  "Hello, Pablo!" said Merry. "What's the word?"

  "I followe heem," whispered Pablo excitedly. "I haf drop de letterwhere he find eet when he look for eet. Then he find time to go 'way.I followe. I see heem take letter to place in rocks long distance downvallee. He hide eet there. Pablo let heem go; stay watch letter. He hafhoss hid some piece off. He geet to hoss, geet on heem, ride off."

  "That's all?"

  "Dhat ees all."

  "Well, you have done well, Pablo," said Merry. "I'll not forget it."

  Pablo again grasped Frank's hand, which he kissed.

  "You freen' to Pablo," he said. "You goode to heem. He not forget."

  "Tell no one what you have seen and done."

  "You look out for Beel."

  "You may be sure I'll do that, Pablo. When Bill comes here, he'llreceive a warm reception."

  That night after supper, as the miners sat about the long table in thelow, open room, smoking their pipes and cigarettes and enjoying thegrateful coolness of the evening, Jim Tracy, the foreman, came into theroom and cried:

  "Well, boys, you've been working right hard to open up this yere oldmine, an' I appreciates it, if the young man what owns the propertydon't. It's a long distance to town, an' ye can't all git off togetherto have a leetle blow, so I has brought ye some good whisky, and Iperposes that you all takes a drink on me."

  Saying which, he produced two big quart bottles and held them above hishead, so the lamplight fell upon them.

  Instantly two shots sounded through the place, and the bottles weresmashed in the foreman's hands by a pair of bullets, the glass flyingand the liquor spattering over him.

  In through the doorway at the opposite end of the room stepped FrankMerriwell, a pistol in each hand.

  "Keep your hands up and empty, Jim Tracy!" he said, in a commandingtone. "It will be unhealthy for you if you lower them!"

  Behind Frank were Bart, Jack, and Ephraim, with Pablo hovering like ashadow still farther in the rear.

  Tracy was astounded.

  "What in blazes does this mean!" he snarled, but he kept his hands up,as Frank had ordered.

  "It means that I am onto your game to drug these boys and betray us all.Steady! If you try to get a weapon I shall drop you! You know I canshoot a little. Just tie him up, fellows."

  "With the greatest pleasure," chirped Jack Ready, as he waltzed lightlyforward, accompanied by Hodge and Gallup.

  In spite of the protests of Tracy, they bound him hand and foot, so thathe could barely wiggle.

  The miners had been amazed, but they believed Merry when he told them ofTracy's plot to betray the mine.

  "He would have drugged you all," said Frank. "Then, when Bill's gangcharged on the mine, it's likely many of you would have been killed. Butwhat did he care about that. Now we'll fool Cimarron Bill and teach hima lesson."

  He explained his plan to them, and they readily agreed. So it happenedthat, a little later, the miners began to sing and shout and pretend tobe riotously merry. This they kept up until it seemed as if they wereengaged in a fearful carousal. Then the noises began to die out and growless.

  It was past ten o'clock when dead silence seemed to rest on the camp.Frank Merriwell stepped to the door, lifted his hand and fired threeshots into the air.

  Five minutes later the sound of galloping horses coming up the valleywas distinctly heard.

  "Here they come!" breathed Frank. "All ready for them!"

  Right up to the mine-buildings charged the horsemen. They weredismounting when Frank's challenge rang out sharp and clear:

  "Hold, Cimarron Bill! Stop where you are! Stop, or we fire!"

  The outlaws uttered a yell and charged, firing the first shots.

  Then Merry gave the command, and the armed and waiting miners fired onthe raiders. It was a withering volley, and must have astounded theruffians.

  Bill, however, had come this time determined to succeed, and he calledon his men to break down the doors. As they we
re hammering at the frontdoors, Frank led some of the men out by the back way and charged roundthe buildings.

  The encounter that took place was brief and sanguine. The miners wereencouraged by Hodge, Ready, and Gallup, who fought with savage fury, andthe raiders began to waver.

  Suddenly a tall figure came rushing into the thick of the fight andconfronted Frank.

  It was Tracy, who had been released from his bonds by a sympatheticminer.

  "Yah!" he snarled, having heard Merry's voice and recognized him. "Soit's you! I've found you! Take that!"

  He pitched forward a revolver and fired pointblank at Frank.

  At that very instant, with a cry, Pablo, the Mexican boy, leaped infront of Merry.

  Struck by the bullet intended for Frank, the little fellow tossed up hisarms and fell backward into Merriwell's clasp. At the same instantsomebody shot Jim Tracy through the brain.

  As Merriwell lowered the death-stricken boy, the raiders, completelybaffled, gave over the attack and took to flight, leaving half theirnumber behind, stretched upon the ground.

  "Are you hurt--badly?" asked Frank, as one of the boy's arms droppedlimply over his neck and seemed to cling there.

  For a moment there was no answer. Then came the faintly whispered words:

  "I--theenk--I--am--keeled--Senor Merriwell."

  "Oh, no, Gonchita!" said Frank earnestly; "not as bad as that! It cannotbe!"

  "You know me," was the surprised whisper. "How you know I am Gonchita?"

  "Oh, I discovered it the other day--I found you had your hair tied upbeneath your hat. Here, men--somebody bring a light! Be lively aboutit!"

  "All right, sir," said one of the men. "Have one directly."

  "No use, Senor Merriwell," came weakly from the lips of the disguisedgirl. "I shall be dead in a minute. _Ay-de mi_! Poor Gonchita! Youtheenk she ees veree bad girl? Beel he say he weel marree her. He get meto fool you, senor. Then you are so veree brave! Senor Frank, I theenkyou are de han'someest, de braveest man I evere know. I run away fromBeel. I wear de boyee's clothes an' come here. Dat ees all. Now I haf todie."

  "Perhaps not, Gonchita," said Merry, with infinite pity for theunfortunate girl. "We'll see what can be done for you."

  She managed to press one of his hands to her lips.

  "So goode--so han'some!" she whispered. "Good-by, senor! Eet ees ovare."

  Then one of the men came out with a lighted lantern; but before thelight fell on the face of the wounded girl Frank knew he was holding acorpse in his arms.

  * * * * *

  Among the dead was found Hop Anson. Jim Tracy lay where he had fallenimmediately after the shot which ended the life of poor Gonchita.

  Such of the ruffians who were wounded were cared for as well aspossible. The dead were buried there in the valley.

  Cimarron Bill's band was completely broken up.

  On his next visit to town Merry had a marble slab cut for the grave ofthe Mexican girl, which was located at a distance from those of theoutlaws.

  On the slab were chiseled these words: "Poor Gonchita!"