Frank Merriwell's Bravery

by Standish, Burt L

  "That letter told my mother that father had died in a living tomb, where he had been placed and kept by Dugan till he went mad. Dugan gloated over his frightful crime. He told how father had raved in his delirium, called wildly for his wife and his boy, and how her name was last on his lips when he died."

  "The monster!" broke in Professor Scotch, who was intensely interested.

  "He was in truth a monster," agreed Clyde. "The effect of that letter on my mother was terrible. It nearly drove her mad, and she was ill a long time. When she recovered, she took measures to find and punish Dugan, but she never succeeded. She learned, however, that Dugan, after joining the Mormons, had been one of that terrible organization known as the Danites. He had disappeared, and no trace of him could be found.

  "The detective who was in my mother's employ was aided by an old guide, miner, and fortune-hunter in general, known as Ben Barr. Barr learned the whole story of my father's disappearance, and it happened that he knew Uric Dugan—that Dugan had once done him an injury. He took a great interest in the case, and did his best to trace the man. As I have said, Dugan was not found, nor did the detective learn anything further of my father.

  "Years passed, and I grew up. The years wrought their changes in Utah, and the Destroying Angels ceased to be a menace to every Gentile in the Territory. The younger Mormons regretted that such an organization had ever existed, and had been in any way connected with the Mormon Church. Danites who had been powerful and feared, found their former friends turning against them. Even the Mormon Church pretended to denounce them. John D. Lee, chief in the Mountain Meadow butchery, was captured, tried, found guilty, and shot. There were others as guilty as Lee, and they, who had been the hunters, found themselves hunted. They fled to the mountains, hid, disguised themselves, changed their names, and did everything they could to escape retributive justice.

  "It seems that Dugan was still with them, and he found himself a fugitive like the others. Somewhere in Southern Utah, west of the Colorado, and amid the wild mountains that are to be found to the north of the Escalante River, the hunted Danites found a home where they believed they would be safe from pursuit, and there the last remnant of the once terrible Destroying Angels are living to-day.

  "In his wanderings, Ben Barr came upon this retreat of the Danites, and there he saw Uric Dugan, who is now the chief of the band. Barr barely escaped with his life, and he lost no time in writing to my mother, telling her what he had discovered.

  "This was enough to revive old memories and set mother to brooding over it. Her health was not very good, and I am sure that she worried herself to death. Before she died she told me of a dream that had come to her for three successive nights. In that dream she had seen my father, and he was still living, although he was unable to return to her. Just why he could not return was not very clear, but it was because of Dugan.

  "As she was dying, my mother called me to her side and told me of the dream. 'My boy,' she said, 'I know your father is still living, and I want you to find him. Something has told me that you will be successful. Promise me that when I am gone you will not rest until you have found him or have satisfied yourself beyond the shadow of a doubt that he is dead.'

  "I gave that promise, and I am here to search for my father and for Uric Dugan. If father is not living, I may be able to avenge him, and that will set me at rest.

  "By accident I was thrown in with Mr. Merriwell, and we became somewhat friendly. I told him my story, and he was intensely interested in it. He asked me to let him go along. I did not refuse, and he said he would obtain your consent. That is all."

  "Young man," said Professor Scotch, "I sympathize with you, and I sincerely hope you may be successful; but I do not care to have Frank thrust himself into such perils as you may encounter on that search."

  "Hold on, professor!" cried Frank. "Just wait and——"

  Scotch waved his hand.

  "The time has come for me to assert my authority," he said, sternly; "and I propose to assert it."

  "You will not let me go?"

  "No, sir!"

  "All right. You'll be sorry, professor."

  "That sounds like a threat, young man. Don't threaten me. This search looks like a wild-goose chase. How do you propose to reach this retreat of the Danites?" he asked, turning to Clyde.

  "By cruising down the river in a strong boat which I have bought and provisioned for the trip."

  "And did you boys think of going alone?"

  "Oh no."

  "Who was going with you?"

  "Two explorers."

  "Their names."

  "Colton Graves and Caleb Kerney."

  "What do you know about them?"

  "Nothing, except that they wish to take a cruise through the canyons."

  "Young man," said the professor, "let me give you a bit of advice."

  But before he could do so there came a sharp knock on the door.

  * * *

  CHAPTER XV.

  PROFESSOR SEPTEMAS SCUDMORE.

  The door opened with a quick, jerky movement immediately after the knock, and, without waiting to be invited to enter, a tall, angular, thin-legged, knock-kneed man walked into the room with a peculiar movement that seemed to indicate that his legs were in danger of breaking at every step.

  This man had a very long, thin neck, on which was set a long, narrow head, crowned with an out-of-date silk hat. He wore a suit of rusty black, a flaring high collar, that was sadly wilted and lay out over the collar of his coat, and a black string necktie, which was tied in a careless knot. His face was shaven smooth, and a pair of gold-bowed spectacles clung convulsively to the end of a long, thin nose.

  "Excuse me," he said, in a high-pitched, cracked tin-pan sort of voice. "I seek a fellow laborer in the field of science. You know the Good Book says: 'Seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you.' I knocked—didn't stop for it to be opened—am in a hurry. Ahem! You"—pointing a long, slim finger at Scotch—"you must be the one I seek."

  The little professor looked startled.

  "What have I ever done to you?" he asked, hesitatingly.

  "Not anything, my dear sir, but I believe you are Professor Scotch, are you not?"

  "That is right; but I do not know you, sir."

  "I am Professor Septemas Scudmore, of Pudville Classical Institute, in the State of Ohio."

  "Never heard of you, sir."

  "And I never heard of you till a few moments ago, when one of the polite and obliging citizens told me you were here, and asked me why I did not call on you, as you seemed to be a bigger fool than I am, and we might make good company for each other."

  "What's that?" roared Scotch. "Who dared to say anything like that? The insulting wretch!"

  Professor Scudmore waved a long, lank hand at the little man.

  "Do not get agitated," he chirped. "It is not well for a man of your years. You should preserve a calm and even demeanor. Excuse me if I do not always follow my own teaching. We tutors never do."

  Scotch stared at the strange man as if doubting his sanity.

  "You seem to enjoy being called a fool!" he growled.

  "Not at all—not at all. But I have been called that so much that I do not mind it. Genius is ever regarded as folly till it astounds the world. I am a man of genius. You may think that is boasting, but I assure you it is not. I am naturally modest—very modest. But I have found that, in order to be thought anything of by others, I must think well of myself. I am so exceeding frank and honest that I never hide my thoughts, therefore, I tell you candidly what I think of myself."

  "Well, well!"

  "It is possible you do not believe in this sort of thing—few do. Duplicity I despise. You are not a man of genius yourself, but you have led others to think you pretty smart, and you have succeeded in getting through the world thus far pretty easy. You are naturally slothful; in fact, I may say you are lazy, and you——"

  "Hold on there!" thundered the little man. "You may be as fr
ank as you please about yourself, but you had better be careful what you say about me!"

  "Touchy, eh?" sniffed Septemas Scudmore. "Not strange at all. Studious inclination, close application to work, baffling researches, midnight oil—these things irritate the nerves and make a man crusty. But then, I don't think you ever hurt yourself by close application to work. You must be naturally irritable."

  Professor Scotch pranced up and down the room like an angry bantam.

  "Sir," he cried, "you are altogether too free with your mouth."

  "The Scudmores are naturally generous, so I can't help it. Keep calm, sir. In some things we have an affinity. I can see it in your eye. I did not anticipate meeting an affinity out here in this wild and heathenish country."

  "Affinity!" cried Scotch, scornfully. "A man with your tongue would be an affinity for a cackling old woman!"

  "That is your hastily formed opinion. Permit me to warn you against forming opinions too quickly. It is a bad habit to get into, and——"

  "Sir!" shouted the little man, "there is the door!"

  Scudmore bowed profoundly.

  "I noticed it when I came in," he chirped. "Very ordinary door, but I don't suppose we can expect anything better out in this wild section of the country."

  Scotch was ready to tear his hair.

  "Will you take a hint, or do you need a kick?" he bellowed, in his hoarsest tone.

  "A man with hair and whiskers colored like yours should always beware of undue excitement. Don't think of kicking anybody, for you may lose your dignity. Speaking about aërial navigation, beyond the shadow of a doubt, I, Septemas Scudmore, A. M., B. A., LL. D., and B. C, have solved the problem. I say beyond the shadow of a doubt, and I mean exactly what I say. It is not a matter of fans and wheels——"

  "I think it is a matter of wheels," broke in Scotch, "and they are in your head."

  Scudmore waved one thin hand loftily, his nose high in the air.

  "Peace, professor, peace," he said. "It ill becomes you to interrupt a fellow scientist. Hear me out."

  "I had much rather see you out—of the door."

  "I see you are skeptical—you doubt the practical and practicable value of my invention. But you shall be convinced—you shall be my fellow passenger on my first voyage through space."

  "Not if I know myself!" shouted the little man. "You may be a fool, but——"

  "There are others, sir—there are others. I beg you to grant me this favor. Think what an honor it will be to have it go abroad that you accompanied Professor Septemas Scudmore on his first voyage in his new airship."

  "Oh, you make me very languid!" cried the little man, using a bit of slang which he had heard from the lips of one of his youthful companions.

  "I am shocked—shocked beyond measure," declared the lank professor, sinking his chin upon his bosom and looking reproachfully over his spectacles at Scotch.

  The three boys were enjoying this immensely. It was sport to Frank, who saw in Septemas Scudmore a character worth studying. Barney laughed heartily.

  "Begorra!" cried the Irish lad, "it's shocked we all are. Th' profissor has gone crazy, sure."

  "If I have, it is not surprising, after what I have passed through. It has been enough to drive any man insane."

  "I fancy you are a person whose brain would not stand a severe strain," put in Scudmore.

  "Oh, you do! Well, I have stood just all of this I can from you! There is the door—get out!"

  "And you decline the honor I have attempted to confer upon you?"

  "I decline to talk further with a crank. Get out!"

  Septemas Scudmore shook his head dolefully.

  "I will do as you have so politely requested; but you will regret this to your dying day. I shall hold no hardness against you. In fact, I am sorry for you, as you——"

  The little man could stand no more, and he actually drove Scudmore from the room. When he came back, he found the boys laughing heartily, and this caused him to drive them out also.

  "It is doubtful if he will consent to allow me to accompany you, Clyde," said Frank, when they were outside. "He is an obstinate man when he sets his mind on anything."

  "Well," declared Walter, "I am sorry. We met by accident, and I took to you in a moment. When you had heard my story and expressed a desire to accompany me on my search for Uric Dugan, I was delighted."

  "And I had no idea the professor would object. This is the first time he has done anything of the sort; but it is true that we have run into many perilous adventures, and he wishes to prevent such things in future."

  "Whoy not run away an' go, Frankie?" asked Barney, whose thirst for adventure was whetted to a keen edge. "It's mesilf thot would loike to go hunting fer this colony av Danites."

  Frank shook his head.

  "I hardly feel like doing that," he said. "There is a bare chance that the professor will relent. We will wait and see."

  "There can be little waiting," said Clyde. "I start in the morning. Everything is ready, and Graves and Kerney are eager to be off."

  "Well, we'll see what the next few hours will bring forth."

  Little did they dream of the surprising things the next few hours would bring forth.

  * * *

  CHAPTER XVI.

  THE MAD INVENTOR.

  Frank and Barney were strolling about the place when they came upon Professor Scudmore.

  "Ha, young gentlemen!" cried the eccentric old fellow; "come with me. I am about to start upon my trial voyage. The Eagle is inflated and ready to soar. I wish you to witness my triumph."

  He took them outside the town to a secluded glen, in which was an old cabin and a huge, odd-shaped arrangement of silk, fine wires, and wickerwork. It was, in fact, a balloon, shaped like an egg, and inflated with gas. To it was attached a large and comfortable car, and there were two huge fore and aft rudders, together with some fan-like arrangements that seemed to be sails. This strange contrivance was secured to the ground by strong ropes.

  "There!" cried Scudmore; "you now behold the Eagle, a flying-machine that will fly, or, rather, sail. With the wind it will travel at wonderful speed, and it can beat to windward like a vessel. I have been at work upon it for years. Some time ago I perfected it, and I brought it here for my trial voyage. I have set it up and inflated it without attracting attention or advertising myself. I should not have called on Professor Scotch, but I was full of enthusiasm, and thought it would be a fine thing to have an eminent man like him accompany me on my first voyage."

  The boys looked at each other.

  "Phwat do yez think av it, Frankie?" asked Barney.

  "Can't tell," was the reply. "Let's look her over."

  "That's right, look her over," urged Professor Scudmore. "I am going to start at once, but I must first get aboard a few things that are in this hut."

  So the boys examined the airship, while the inventor brought bundles from the hut and placed them in the car.

  "Phwat do yez think now?" asked Barney, when they had looked it over quite thoroughly. "Will she sail?"

  "She will rise in the air, like an ordinary balloon," said Frank; "but I am not satisfied that the rudders and sails will work."

  "I will soon satisfy you on that point," said the professor, who happened to be near enough to overhear their words.

  Immediately he set about explaining everything in connection with the handling of the singular craft, and it did not take him long to make it seem an assured thing that the Eagle could be steered in almost any direction, and that, with the aid of horizontal rudders, she could be brought to the ground or sent soaring into the air, without a change of ballast or the body of gas.

  Frank was intensely interested.

  "It is remarkable, professor!" he cried. "Scotch made a mistake when he refused to accompany you on your trial trip."

  "Ha! You are a boy of sense! Saw it the first time my eye rested on you. I will make you famous."

  Frank looked surprised.

  "How?"

>   "You shall accompany me on my trial trip."

  "How long will it be?"

  "As long, or as short as we choose to make it. What do you say? Decide quickly. I am eager to be off."

  "Can you take Barney along?"

  "I can, but two is enough. I do not care for too many."

  "Can you drop us in Blake by nightfall?"

  "Yes."

  "Well, if you will take us both, we'll go along, professor."

  Scudmore considered, his right elbow resting in the hollow of his left hand, the long forefinger of his right hand touching his forehead.

  "I will do it!" he cried, with a snap. "Get in. We'll lose no more time. In a few moments we shall be sailing away like a bird."

  "Here goes, Frankie," grinned the Irish lad. "Av we're both killed, Oi want yez to tell me ould mither how Oi died."

  They entered the car, and Scudmore prepared to cast off. He was full of anxiety and excitement.

  At length but a single rope held the now swaying and surging air ship to the ground.

  "Here goes the last strand that ties us to earth!" cried the professor, as, with the slash of a knife he severed the rope.

  Up shot the air ship.

  "Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the inventor. "Who said I would fail! We are off!"

  "Thot's all right," muttered Barney; "but will we ivver come back?"

  "Look!" cried Frank, pointing downward; "there is Professor Scotch! We are already passing over the town."

  It was true; in a remarkably brief space of time the air ship had sailed out of the glen and was rising above the town. Looking downward, they saw Professor Scotch and a number of persons, including Walter Clyde and two rough-looking companions, staring up at the Eagle.

  "Good-by, professor," shouted Frank, leaning out of the car and waving his hat. "We're off in search of the last of the Danites."

  They saw the professor dance wildly around and beckon to them. Then his voice came faintly to their ears:

  "Here, here, you rascals! come right back here this minute! If you don't, I shall have to——"

  They could understand no more, for the swiftly rising air ship carried them beyond the reach of his voice.