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

by Burt L. Standish

  CHAPTER XXVI.

  THE COMING OF CROWFOOT.

  Rap! rap! rap!

  "Wait a minute!" called Frank. "No need to knock the door down!"

  He flung the door of his cabin wide open, standing on the threshold.

  It was early dawn in Mystery Valley. Sunrise was beginning to gild thebarren peaks of the Mogollons. The new day had come to its birth in asplendid glow, and the world smiled refreshed after the cooling sleep ofthe departed night.

  Frank was just risen and not yet fully dressed, but about his waist washis cartridge-belt, and his pistol swung ready in the holster at hiship. He had no use for the weapon, however.

  Outside the door stood old Joe Crowfoot, his blanket drawn about hisshoulders. Those keen eyes gazed on Merry with an expression of friendlygreeting.

  With a shout of surprise and joy, Frank clasped the old redskin in hisarms in the most affectionate manner.

  "Old Joe Crowfoot, as I live!" he cried, showing unusual excitement anddelight. "Why, you old reprobate, here you come popping back from thegrave after I've been mourning you as dead! What do you mean by it, youvillain?"

  "Ugh!" grunted old Joe, something like a merry twinkle in those beadyeyes. "Strong Heart him think Crowfoot dead, eh?"

  "Hang me if I didn't!"

  "Crowfoot him heap tough; no die easy," declared the Indian.

  "I should say not! Why, you tricky scoundrel, they told me you were donefor."

  "Who tell so?"

  "Some of Cimarron Bill's delectable gang. They averred they had disposedof you for good and all."

  "Waugh! No let such cheap carrion kill me!" said Joe. "They mebbe thinksome they do it. Joe he fool um heap lot."

  "But where have you been?"

  "Oh, all away round," was the answer, with a wide sweep of the arm. "Joehim scout--him find out how land lay. Do a little biz."

  "Do business? What sort of business?"

  "Catch the sucker some."

  "Catch the sucker? What's that?"

  The redskin flung open his dirty red blanket and tapped a fat belt abouthis waist, which gave back a musical clink.

  "Play the game of poke'," he exclaimed. "Make heap plenty mon'."

  "You've been gambling again?"

  "Strong Heart him guess," nodded Joe, with something like a sly smile.

  "You villain! And I'll wager you got away with your ill-gotten spoils."

  "Heap do so," said Joe. "Have some firewater. Find one, two, three, fourcrooked paleface follow to kill and rob. Let firewater 'lone till foolcrooked palefaces so um no follow some more. Then go safe place drinkfirewater a heap."

  "You've been drunk, too!" cried Merry.

  "Mebbe so," admitted the Indian. "White man firewater heap good while umlast; heap bad when um gone. Make um feel much glad at first, then muchsorry little time after."

  Frank laughed heartily at the queer manner of the old Indian as he saidthis.

  "I suppose that's about right," he said. "I've never tried it to findout."

  "Strong Heart him no try firewater?" exclaimed Joe, in surprise."Crowfoot him think all paleface drink the firewater."

  "Well, here is one who doesn't. I've seen too much trouble come from thestuff."

  "Ugh! Strong Heart him got heap more sense than anybody Joe ever see,"asserted the Indian admiringly. "Once git taste of firewater, always beheap fool and drink him some. Many times old Joe he say no drink somemore. Head all swell, middle all sick, mouth all dry, taste nasty a lot,bone ache--then him say no more the firewater. Mebbe he go 'long sometime, but bimeby he take it some more. White man make firewater. Bad!bad! bad! No firewater made, nobody drink it."

  From inside the cabin a voice called.

  "What, ho! Methinks thou hast found a philosopher, Merry! Bring the sagein that I may survey him with my heavenly blue eyes."

  "Yes, dew!" drawled another voice. "I want to set my eyes onter him, bygum!"

  Merry led the old Indian into the cabin.

  "Here he is," Merry laughed. "Crowfoot, these are some of my friends,whom you met last summer. You remember them. They played ball with me inthe Mad River country."

  "Ugh!" grunted the redskin. "Heap remember!"

  Bart Hodge stepped forward, his hand outstretched to the Indian.

  "I am glad to see you again, Crowfoot," he said.

  "Me same," said Joe, shaking Bart's hand. "You heap good to ketch hardball when Strong Heart him make it go fast like a bullet and man withstick he--whish!--strike at it so, no hit it at all."

  They all laughed at the Indian's manner of describing Bart's skill atcatching.

  "Consarned if it ain't a sight fer sore eyes to see ye, Mr. Crowfoot!"said Ephraim Gallup, as he froze to the redskin's hand and shook itwarmly. "Yeou was the best mascot a baseball-team ever hed."

  "How! how!" said the old fellow. "Nose Talk him stand way out far,ketch ball when it come there. How! how!"

  "Nose Talk!" laughed Frank. "Well, that's one on you, Gallup!"

  Jack Ready was smiling blandly. He gave his hand a little flirt insalute, and stepped forward with an odd movement.

  "Gaze on my classic features, Joseph Crowfoot, Esquire," he invited."See if you can recollect what I did in the game."

  "Sure remember," nodded Crowfoot. "Talk-talk a heap, no do much else."

  Then the joke was on Jack, and even Bart Hodge was forced to smile,while Gallup gave Ready a resounding smack on the shoulder with his openhand.

  "Bless my punkins!" snickered the Vermonter. "That's a thunderin' goodone on you, Jack!"

  Ready looked sad.

  "Alas!" he sighed. "Is it thus I am to be defamed! And by acopper-colored aborigine! The thought is gall to my sensitive soul! Ishall peek and pine over it! For days to come no sweet smile shall adornmy beautiful features!"

  Joe looked puzzled.

  "No say something bad," he declared. "When Red Cheek him talk-talk aheap lot other man that throw ball he got a lot mixed, no make goodpitch. Red Cheek him help win game a heap."

  Jack's face cleared at once.

  "Crowfoot, you have poured soothing balm on my wounded heart!" hecried. "I'm glad to know that I do amount to something, for, so help me!of late I have begun to wonder what I was made for!"

  "Sit down, Joe," invited Frank. "We're going to have breakfast in ashort time, and you are to eat with us."

  "Ugh!" said the Indian, disdaining a chair and sitting on the floor withhis back against the wall. "Joe him do so. Him a heap empty. Mebbe afterhim eat him tell Strong Heart something much good to hear."

  When breakfast was over the old Indian lighted his rank pipe and smokedcontentedly, still sitting on the floor, with his back against the wall.

  Through the open door came the sounds of work at the mine. Frank was notyet running the mine day and night, with shifts of men, but it was hisintention to do so later. Smoke was rising from the high pipe of thestamp-mill, and soon the stamps began to rumble and roar, awaking theechoes of the valley. The sound was a pleasant one in Merriwell's ears.

  "This running a mine in Arizona is a snap," said Jack Ready, as heelevated his feet to the top of the table, in which the breakfast-dishesand remnants of the meal remained. "The hardest part of it seems to bewashing the dishes. It's Gallup's turn this morning."

  "Not by a thuttering sight!" exclaimed Ephraim. "Yeou can't shoulderthat onter me! You've gotter wash the dishes to-day. I done ityisterday."

  "Is it possible!" cried Jack. "Why, I thought it was day beforeyesterday, or, perchance, the day before that. Alas, how timeflies--tempus fugit!"

  "Now, don't go to springin' any Latin on us!" growled Gallup. "You neverlearned enough Latin to hurt ye, an' ye don't want to try to show off."

  "Behold how the green-eyed monster turneth a friend into a critic!" saidJack.

  "You can attend to the dishes later," said Frank. "Just now I am anxiousto hear the good news Crowfoot said he might have to tell. What is it,Joe?"

  "Some time little while 'go, few days, you be
in Holbrook?" questionedthe Indian, pulling away at his pipe.

  "Yes, I was there--Hodge and myself."

  "Joe him been there since."

  "And you bring good news from that place?"

  "Heap good to Strong Heart. In Holbrook him find white woman who hatehim a lot, eh? White woman she is the squaw of man who make for StrongHeart big trouble 'bout mine."

  "You mean Mrs. Arlington?"

  "Ugh! Mebbe that her name."

  "That is it. She is in Holbrook, or was a few days ago."

  "She hate Strong Heart a heap."

  "I reckon she does," nodded Frank, wondering how the old redskin foundout so much.

  "She come to get bad men to take mine."

  "Possibly that is right."

  "Joe him know it. She make much business with Cim'run Bill."

  "That I suspected, although I did not find it out for a certainty whilein Holbrook."

  "It so."

  "Go on."

  "She give Bill heap much mon' to buy bad men to take from Strong Heartthe mine."

  "Is that so?"

  "Waugh! Joe him find out. Joe he play sharp; he listen."

  "Crowfoot, you're as good as a detective."

  "No know 'bout that. Find out white squaw she hate Strong Heart, thentry to find out more. Now squaw she heap sorry she come to Holbrook."

  "She is sorry?"

  "Heap so."

  "Why?"

  "She have papoose girl with her--young squaw."

  "Her daughter June."

  "Ugh! Now she no have young squaw."

  "What's that? What do you mean by that. What has become of June?"

  "You tell," said Joe, with a strange gesture. "She gone. Old squaw tearhair, tear run from her eye, she make a loud weep. Ha! Now you hear goodnews, Strong Heart! Now you know your enemy have the great sorrow! Thatmake your heart much glad!"

  But Frank was on his feet now, his face rather pale and a look ofexcitement in his eyes.

  "See here, Crowfoot," he said, "do you mean to tell me that JuneArlington has disappeared and that her mother does not know what hasbecome of her?"

  Joe nodded.

  "Laugh!" he said. "Laugh, Strong Heart!"

  But Frank did not laugh; instead, to the wonderment of the Indian, hebetrayed both consternation and dismay.

  "Are you sure of this, Joe?" he demanded. "How long had the girl beenmissing when you left Holbrook?"

  "The sun had slept once."

  "By which you mean that one night had passed?"

  "Ugh!"

  "Then this is serious, indeed! Something most unfortunate has happened,or June Arlington would not be missing overnight. Boys, prepare at onceto start for Holbrook! Get ready to mount and ride as fast as horsefleshcan carry us; We'll start at the earliest moment possible!"

  Crowfoot arose, a look of wonderment in his dark eyes. He reached outand grasped Frank's arm.

  "What would Strong Heart do?" he asked.

  "I'm going to Holbrook hotfoot," was the answer. "I'm going to find out,if possible, what has happened to June Arlington, and I shall do my bestto return her to her mother, if she has not already returned when Ireach there."

  The redskin's hand dropped from Merriwell's arm and the old fellowstared at the white man in uncomprehending amazement.

  "Why so?" he asked. "Paleface squaw she hate you, she is your enemy. Nowshe have something to think a heap of, and no time to make trouble forStrong Heart. He should have a great happiness that it is so. Why doeshe hurry to the bad white squaw? Is it to laugh at her? Is it to see herweep and cry?"

  "No, Crowfoot; it is to find out, if possible, what has happened to thegirl, just as I said a moment ago, and to return her to her mother."

  The Indian shook his head.

  "Waugh! No understand!" he declared. "Strong Heart him much strange."

  "Joe, will you go with us? You shall have a good horse. I may need youraid. Will you go?"

  "Joe him go. No understand; him go, all same."

  "Then hustle, fellows!" cried Frank. "We'll be off soon!"

  He rushed from the cabin.