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Two Boys in Wyoming
A TALE OF ADVENTURE
BY EDWARD S. ELLIS
AUTHOR OF "DEERFOOT SERIES," "LOG CABIN SERIES," ETC.
PHILADELPHIA
HENRY T. COATES & CO.
1898
_Northwest Series, No. 3_
[Illustration: "They had come a goodly distance since morning."]
CONTENTS.
I. Jack and Fred
II. Riding Northward
III. On Guard
IV. Visitors of the Night
V. "Now for the Ranch"
VI. At the Ranch
VII. The First Game
VIII. Look Before You Leap
IX. Night in the Mountains
X. The Signal-Fires
XI. A King of the Forest
XII. The Tug of War
XIII. A Strange Occurrence
XIV. Missing
XV. Tozer
XVI. Watching and Watched
XVII. Into and Out of the Canyon
XVIII. The Quest of the Cowman
XIX. Into the Cavern
XX. A Climb for Liberty
XXI. How It All Ended
List of Illustrations
"They had come a goodly distance since morning."
"On the projecting ledge stood a noble buck."
"He was sweeping down upon them like a cyclone."
"He was looking in the direction of the break in the canyon."
TWO BOYS IN WYOMING.
CHAPTER I.
JACK AND FRED.
You should have seen those youths, for it gives me pleasure to say that
two manlier, more plucky and upright boys it would be hard to find
anywhere in this broad land of ours. I have set out to tell you about
their remarkable adventures in the grandest section of the West, and,
before doing so, it is necessary for you to know something concerning
the lads themselves.
Jack Dudley was in his seventeenth year. His father was a prosperous
merchant, who intended his only son for the legal profession. Jack was
bright and studious, and a leader in his class at the Orphion Academy;
and this leadership was not confined to his studies, for he was a fine
athlete and an ardent lover of outdoor sports. If you witnessed the game
between the eleven of the Orphion Academy and the Oakdale Football Club,
which decided the championship by a single point in favor of the former,
you were thrilled by the sight of the half-back, who, at a critical
point in the contest, burst through the group which thronged about him,
and, with a clear field in front, made a superb run of fifty yards,
never pausing until he stooped behind the goal-posts and made a
touchdown. Then, amid the cheers of the delighted thousands, he walked
back on the field, and while one of the players lay down on the ground,
with the spheroid delicately poised before his face, the same youth who
made the touchdown smote the ball mightily with his sturdy right foot
and sent it sailing between the goal-posts as accurately as an arrow
launched from a bow.
That exploit, as I have said, won the championship for the Orphions, and
the boy who did it was Jack Dudley. In the latter half of the game,
almost precisely the same opening presented itself again for the great
half-back, but he had no more than fairly started when he met an
obstruction in his path. The gritty opponent tackled him like a tiger,
and down they went, rolling over in the dirt, with a fierce violence
that made more than one timid spectator fear that both were seriously
injured. As if that were not enough, the converging players pounced upon
them. There was a mass of struggling, writhing youths, with Jack
underneath, and all piling on top of him. The last arrival, seeing
little chance for effective work, took a running leap, and, landing on
the apex of the pyramid, whirling about while in the air so as to alight
on his back, kicked up his feet and strove to made himself as heavy as
he could.
The only object this young man seemed to have was to batter down the
score of players and flatten out Jack Dudley, far below at the bottom;
but when, with the help of the referee, the mass was disentangled, and
Jack, with his mop-like hair, his soiled uniform, and his grimy face,
struggled to his feet and pantingly waited for the signal from his
captain, he was just as good as ever. It takes a great deal to hurt a
rugged youth, who has no bad habits and is in sturdy training.
The active lad who had downed Jack when going at full speed, and nipped
in the bud his brilliant attempt, was Fred Greenwood, only a few months
younger. He was full-back for the Oakdales and their best player.
Furthermore, he was the closest friend of Jack Dudley. In the game it
was war to the knife between them, but in the very crisis of the
terrific struggle neither had a harsh thought or a spark of jealousy of
the other. Fred led the cheering of the opposing eleven when Jack kicked
such a beautiful goal, but gritted his teeth and muttered:
"You did well, my fine fellow, but just try it again--that's all!"
And Jack _did_ try it again, as I have explained, and, tackling him low,
Fred downed him. While the two were apparently suffocating under the
mountain, Fred spat out a mouthful of dirt and said:
"I got you that time, Jack."
"It has that look, but----"
Jack meant to finish his sentence, but at that moment the mountain on
top sagged forward and jammed his head so deeply into the earth that his
voice was too muffled to be clear. Besides, it was not really important
that the sentence should be rounded out, since other matters engaged his
attention. The two friends went through the game without a scratch,
except that Jack's face was skinned along the right cheek, one eye was
blackened, both legs were bruised, and half his body was black and blue,
and it was hard work for him to walk for a week afterward. The condition
of Fred, and indeed of nearly every member of the two elevens, was much
the same.
But what of it? Does a football-player mind a little thing like that?
Rather is he not proud of his scars and bruises, which attest his skill
and devotion to his own club? And then Jack had the proud exultation of
knowing that it was he who really won the championship for his side. As
for Fred, it is true he was disappointed over the loss of the deciding
game, but it was by an exceedingly narrow margin; and he and his
fellow-players, as they had their hair cut so as to make them resemble
civilized beings, said, with flashing eyes and a significant shake of
the head:
"Wait till next year, and things will be different."
Fred Greenwood was the son of a physician of large practice, whose
expectation was that his son would follow the same profession, though
the plans of the parents were in a somewhat hazy shape, owing to the
youth of the boy. As I have already said, he and Jack Dudley had been
comrades or chums almost from infancy. They were strong, active,
clear-brained lads, who had not yet learned to smoke cigarettes or
cigars, and gave no cause to fear that they would ever do so. It is not
necessary to state that neither knew the taste of beer or alcoholic
drinks, nor did they wish to learn. They understood too well the baleful
effects of such indulgences to be in danger of ruining their bodies and
souls, as too many other youths are doing at this very time.
Doctor Greenwood had been the family physician of the Dudleys for many
years. The heads of the families were college mates at Harvard, and
continued their intimacy after the marriage of each, so that it was
quite natural that their sons should become fond of each other. The
fathers were sensible men, and so long as their boys' fondness for
athletic sports did not interfere with their studies the gentlemen
encouraged them, and, when possible, were present at the contests
between the representatives of the schools.
When Jack Dudley was presented with a shotgun and allowed to make an
excursion down the Jersey coast Fred was his companion, and the two had
rare sport in shooting duck and wild fowl. They became quite expert for
boys, and before the hunting season set in did considerable fishing in
the surrounding waters, and both learned to be skilful swimmers and
boatmen.
Mr. Dudley was wealthier than his professional friend, though the large
practice of the physician placed him in comfortable circumstances. In
one of his many business transactions Mr. Dudley found that he had to
choose between losing a considerable sum of money and accepting a
half-ownership in a ranch in the new State of Wyoming. There seemed
little choice between the two horns of the dilemma, for he saw no
prospect of ever getting any money out of the Western land, but he
accepted the ownership, the other half of which was divided among three
gentlemen, one of whom lived in Cheyenne, and the others in Chicago.
It is perhaps worth noting that although the fathers of Jack and Fred
were great admirers of athletics, and, as I have said, encouraged the
devotion to them shown by their sons, yet neither was inclined that way
in his youth.
"I never expected to own a foot of ground west of the Mississippi,"
remarked Mr. Dudley, when making a call upon the doctor, "and here,
before I fairly knew it, I have become a half-owner in a ranch away out
in Wyoming."
"Eventually it may prove worth something," suggested Doctor Greenwood,
"for that section has enormous capabilities, and a tide of emigration
has been moving that way for years."
"It will take a long time to fill up that country with people. Meanwhile
I'll sell out cheap, doctor, if you feel like investing."
The physician laughed and thought the joke was on his friend. He said he
would think the matter over, which was another way of saying he would do
nothing more than think of it.
Jack and Fred were present at this interview, and listened with keen
attention to the discussion of the Western purchase. By and by Fred gave
his chum a significant look, and, excusing themselves to their parents,
they passed out of the room and up stairs to the sleeping-quarters of
Fred. The door was carefully closed behind them, and, drawing their
chairs close together, they talked in low tones, as if some dreadful
penalty would follow a discovery of what was passing between them. Had
any one been able to see the two attractive countenances, he would not
have had to be told that the same thought was in the mind of each.
"I tell you, Jack," said Fred, with impressive solemnity, "it would be a
shame; it will never do; we must not allow it."
"Allow what?"
"Why you heard your father say that he never expected to go out to
Wyoming to look at that ranch he has bought."
"I could have told you that much, without waiting for him to say it. It
will be just like him to give it away for a song."
"And who knows but that it contains valuable gold or silver mines? I
have heard of treasures being bought in that way."
"That may be," was the thoughtful response of Jack, "though I believe
most of Wyoming--that is the valleys and plains--is a grazing country."
"I don't know much about the country, but I have read enough to learn
that the greatest discoveries of gold and silver have been in places
where no one expected to find them. What I am getting at, Jack, is that
your father should make up his mind not to part with his interest in the
ranch till he knows all about it."
"How is he to learn, when he won't go near it? Of course he can write to
the people out there, but likely they will not tell him the truth."
"He must send some one whom he can trust, and let him investigate."
"That does seem to be a sensible plan," remarked Jack, as if the thought
had not been in his mind from the first.
"A sensible plan!" repeated the enthusiastic Fred, "it is the _only_
plan; nothing else can make it sure that he is not being swindled out of
a big fortune."
Jack was silent a moment, while he looked steadily into the brown eyes
of his chum, who half-smilingly met the scrutiny. Then the whole scheme
burst forth.
"And whom can your father trust before _us_? He must see that the best
thing he can do is to send us out there to make a full investigation. We
won't charge him anything like what he would have to pay other folks."
"Of course not; only our travelling expenses and supplies."
"What do you mean by supplies?"
"Say a Winchester rifle and a revolver apiece, with the proper
ammunition; what sort of supplies did you think I meant?"
"I thought it was food, while we were out hunting."
Jack turned up his nose.
"If we can't keep ourselves supplied with food, when we are in a country
that has the finest game in the world, we deserve to starve."
"My sentiments exactly;" and as if the coincidence required something in
the nature of a compact, the boys shook hands over it.
"What a splendid treat it would be for us to spend some weeks out in
Wyoming!" exclaimed Jack Dudley, his eyes sparkling and his cheeks
glowing; "it looks as if it were providential that father got hold of
that ranch."
"There can't be any doubt about it; but how much more providential it
will be if we are sent to learn all that should be learned about it! I
wonder if that can be brought about?"
Enough has been told for the reader to understand the plot formed by
these two youths. There could be no question of the grand treat it would
prove to both, provided their parents could be persuaded to take the
same view of the matter; _there_ was the rub.
Jack crossed his legs and thoughtfully scratched his head. Unconsciously
Fred did the same.
"It's a tougher problem than we ever attacked in Euclid," remarked the
younger. Then a bright thought struck him.
"Don't I look a little pale, Jack?"
"You look as if a month's vacation in the autumn would be acceptable;
but the fact is, Fred, I never saw you look better than you do this
minute."
Fred sighed.
"I am afraid I can't work that on father. He's too good a doctor for me
to worry him about my health."
"How about _me_?"
Fred shook his head.
"You look as strong as an oak knot, and you are, too; no, we can't make
them think we are in need of a month in Wyoming. We shall have to try
another tack. Now, there is no doubt that if we spend the month of
September putting in extra work on our studies, we can stand the
following month in laying off. We shall come back with new vigor and
appetite, and soon catch up with our class."
"There isn't a particle of doubt about that, but it still remains that
we must convince our fathers that it will be a wise course to send us
away from home. We can't do it by looking pale and weak, for we can't
look pale and weak. We must fix on something else or it's no go."
"Why not fall back on what we first talked about?"
"What's that?"
"Make your father think it will be a prudent thing for him to send you
out there to look after his property."
"Suppose I should convince him on that point, how about _you_?"
"You will need some one to look after you, and I'm just the fellow."
"We are both satisfied in our own minds; in fact we were from the first;
but our fathers are very hard-headed men."
Now, a couple of boys may be very shrewd, but it often happens that
their parents are a good deal shrewder, a fact which my young readers
will do well to remember.
Unsuspected by Jack Dudley and Fred Greenwood, their parents read on the
instant the momentous problem which assumed form in the brains of their
sons. When the younger signalled to his chum to follow him out of the
room, the two gentlemen understood what it meant as clearly as if they
overheard all the conversation that followed. Waiting until they were
beyond hearing, Doctor Greenwood looked at his friend and remarked, with
a smile:
"They are hit hard."
"No doubt of it; their hearts are set on making a visit to the ranch,
and it would be singular if it were otherwise. We can feel for them, for
we were once boys."
"Yes, John, and it's longer ago than we like to recall. What do you
think of it?"
"You know we have always agreed that many parents injure their children
by undue indulgence."
"True, and we have been indulgent to ours, but not improperly so. A
great deal depends upon the children themselves. Jack and Fred are
obedient, studious, and have good principles. If we should say 'No' to
this scheme of theirs they would be disappointed, almost beyond what we
can understand, but neither would protest or sulk. They would study just
as hard as ever. It is that which appeals to us. If they were sullen and
dissatisfied we wouldn't care; but, John, you and I have each been
blessed with model sons, and they are entitled to privileges which it
would not be safe to grant to other boys. I confess I feel like sending
both out to Wyoming for an outing."
"Of course it would spoil the enjoyment of Jack unless he could take
Fred with him, but what excuse shall we make, Doc?"
How reluctant a father is to appear weak and too conciliatory toward his
child! These two men had virtually decided to grant the fervent wish of
their sons, but it must be done in a common-sense way. They could not
say "Boys, since you have set your hearts on this we grant it," but they
must fix upon some scheme that would made it seem a necessity that they
should go thither.
And now observe how ludicrously similar their thoughts were to those
that were agitating their offspring up stairs.
"I have been thinking," observed the physician, "of suggesting to them
that they are in need of an extension of their vacation; but what a
farce it would be! School opens next Monday, and they are the types of
rugged health, strength and activity. If I undertook to make such a
proposition I couldn't keep my face straight, and I am sure both would
burst out laughing."
"I know _I_ should, if I were present."
"Parents must not make dunces of themselves before their children," was
the philosophical remark of the physician; "some other plan must be
adopted."
Mr. Dudley leaned forward in his chair and slapped the shoulder of the
physician, his face aglow.
"I have it, Doc!"
"Let me hear it, for I admit that I am cornered."
"I will take the ground that, since I have become part owner of this
large tract of land, my first duty is to learn the truth about it. I can
write to parties out there, but they are all strangers to me, and there
is no saying how much reliance can be placed on their reports. What is
necessary is an agent who will make an intelligent and honest report;
and surely we can trust our own sons to do that."
"But, John," remarked the doctor, with his pleasant smile, "there are
scores of people right here at home who will do that for you. Suppose
Jack reminds you of the fact?"
"If he hasn't any more sense than to make such a suggestion, then, by
gracious! I'll punish him by sending some one else."
"Little fear of Jack saying anything of that nature. Even if he
undertook to do so, Fred would place his hand over his mouth. But, John,
let's understand the matter before we say anything to them. Your plan of
sending out Jack to inspect the property is a good one. It sounds
business-like, and must strike them that way; so that difficulty is
removed. You and I don't know anything about the region, nor the best
time for hunting game, but it is fair to believe that the month of
October will be suitable. Suppose we keep them in school throughout
September, and then give them a month's leave of absence, to examine and
report upon your property. If all goes well, they are to appear here,
ready to resume their studies on the first Monday in November."
"I can suggest no improvement upon that. No doubt the young rascals are
up-stairs, plotting how to bring us round to their way of thinking.
Suppose you call them down, Doc. Shall you or I unfold our brilliant
scheme?"
"You, by all means, since the property is yours."
The physician opened the door of his office and called "Fred!" There was
instant response, "Yes, sir." "I would like to see you and Jack for a
few minutes in the office."
"Yes, sir; we are coming."
And a minute later they arrived, handsome, glowing and expectant.
"Mr. Dudley has something to say to you, Jack."
Both boys turned their faces expectantly toward the gentleman named, who
crossed his legs, cleared his throat and looked very grave.
"My son, Doctor Greenwood and I have been discussing that property of
mine in the new State of Wyoming. We have agreed that I ought to learn
something about it before selling my interest in the same. To secure
such reliable information it is necessary to send some one thither whom
we know to be truthful and honest. The doctor thinks, and I agree with
him, that the right one to go is you, Jack--that is, if you have no
objections."
The parent paused for a reply, and Jack, as if the matter was too
important to be disposed of hastily, answered:
"I don't think of any objections just now, father."
"Very well; I am glad to hear it. If any occur to you, you will let me
know, so that I can engage some one else."
"I'll let you know at once, if I think of any."
"Very well. Our plan is that you and Fred shall resume your studies next
Monday, and keep right at them to the close of the month. On the first
of October you will start for Wyoming----"
"Alone?"
"I am surprised, my son, that you should interrupt me with that
question. Do you suppose I would allow you to spend a month in that wild
region without a companion to look after you? No, sir! Fred goes with
you. I entrust you to his care, and expect him to bring you back in time
to resume your studies on the first Monday in November. It is very kind
in the doctor to consent to the arrangement. I hope you appreciate it,
sir."
"I thank him very much," said Jack, looking toward the physician, who
just then drew his hand across his mouth to suppress the smile that was
tugging at the corners.
"Of course," continued Mr. Dudley, still with the manner of a
philosopher, "in visiting such a section, inhabited by large and fierce
game, you must take every precaution. I shall furnish each of you with a
repeating Winchester, a revolver, and such other articles as may be
necessary. We will now excuse you, with the understanding that if any
objections occur to either, you will let us know at once, so that you
may continue your studies, while I engage other parties to attend to
this business."
"I'll think it over," replied Jack, tremulous with delight.
And then he and his chum withdrew and went up-stairs again to the room
of Fred Greenwood, who hastily closed the door. The next instant they
were hugging each other, and dancing about as if their senses had
forsaken them; and indeed it may be said that for a brief while such was
the fact.
"Fred," said the happy Jack, when there was a lull in the excitement,
"we must fix upon a name for ourselves."
"I thought our parents attended to that a good many years ago."
"You know what I mean; we need some title that will distinguish us from
all other young gentlemen of our acquaintance. How does 'W. R.' strike
you?"
"'W. R.'? What does that mean?"
"The 'Wyoming Rangers;' that sounds rather high-toned."
Fred shook his head.
"We are not going West to reduce the aboriginal population; I hope we
shall have no trouble with the red men. When we get among the people who
have always lived there, such a title will make us ridiculous, for it
smacks of conceit; it assumes too much."
"Suppose _you_ suggest something?"
"Let's call ourselves the 'V. W. W.'; that surely will be appropriate."
"What do those letters mean?"
"The 'Verdant Wanderers of Wyoming;' that is precisely what we shall
be."
Jack Dudley laughed, and at first protested, but finally agreed to
accept the title as fitting and appropriate, and it was so ordered.