Frank begged them not to let what had happened interrupt the sport, and
so it was soon in progress again.
The cowboys gave some exhibitions of the manner in which they roped
steers and wild horses, and a Mexican "roper" did some fancy work with a
lariat.
The Mexican delighted them with his skill, and not a few of his tricks
were graceful and difficult, being very pleasing to the eye.
He could set a noose whirling in the air, let it fall over his head,
still whirling, pass down to his feet, and then he would step out of it
without letting it touch his person or the ground and lift it whirling
into the air.
This trick he would reverse, whirling the noose about a foot above the
ground, step into it and whirl it up over his head into the air.
He could send it spinning far upward, till the rope looked like a big
corkscrew top, with the little end touching his hand, and then, as it
fell, he would jump through the noose and snap it into the air again.
"I can't do that," smiled Frank, as he watched the roper, "but I am not
exactly a greenhorn with a rope. I can throw it fairly well."
A sudden desire to get on horseback and join in the sports once more
seized him. He could not keep still.
"I am all right," he declared. "It will hurt me much more to hump up and
keep still. Let me have the best horse you have, Mr. Rodney. If I harm
the animal, I will pay for him."
"You shall have Fleetfoot," said the rancher. "In fact, I feel like
letting you have anything I own."
A short time later Frank was mounted on a handsome black gelding, a
creature full of fire and intelligence.
Frank joined the cowboys in their sport, and, being provided with a
rope, sprang another surprise on them by showing that he could cast the
noose with more than ordinary skill.
The fun waxed fast and furious, and the cowboys, riding madly hither and
thither, drew farther and farther from the house.
Suddenly all were startled to hear a shrill cry and see a girl running
toward them.
Several women and girls came rushing out of the house and ran around the
corner toward one of the corrals.
The girl running toward the cowboys was Inza Burrage. She waved her hand
toward the corral.
At that moment a horse bearing a double burden was seen to shoot out
from the corral and go racing across the plain.
"It's Indian Charlie's critter, an' that's Charlie on its back!" cried
Hank Kildare.
"Right ye are!" agreed Pecos Pete; "but it's more'n Charlie ridin' ther
critter! He's got somethin' in his arms! Dern my eyes! I reckon he's
tryin' ter kerry off Rodney's gal!"
"That's it!" burst from Frank Merriwell. "He is kidnaping Miss Rodney!
After the fellow, men! We must run him down!"
Frank was right. Charlie, driven desperate and maddened by several
drinks he had taken, had quite lost his head. Again seeking Sadie
Rodney, he had found an opportunity to catch her in his arms, carry her
to the corral, where his horse was saddled and ready, and bear her away.
Ordinarily the man would not have attempted such a thing. Just now he
was ready for any desperate deed.
He believed he had a horse that was the superior of anything on or about
Rodney's ranch, and so he had tried to kidnap Sadie, hoping to get a big
start before he was discovered.
Inza had seen him, and she ran to tell Frank what had happened.
Away went the cowboys in pursuit of the kidnaper and his victim, and
Frank, mounted on Fleetfoot, was leading them.
The boy remembered how Swiftwing had carried off Inza.
Frank coiled up the lariat as he rode.
There was great excitement about the ranch. Men and women ran in all
directions, shouting and calling.
The cowboys, headed by Merriwell, swept past to the south.
Indian Charlie looked back and saw his pursuers. He recognized the
boyish leader, and ground his teeth.
"That fellow has brought me nothing but bad luck!" he grated. "I don't
care now! Let them catch me if they can! I'd like to get a shot at
Merriwell myself! I wouldn't make such a bungle of it as that fool
half-breed made. I was to give Cornmeal fifty dollars, but he failed to
do the job."
Sadie Rodney had not fainted, although it seemed so at first.
"Oh, you wretch!" she exclaimed, faintly, having overheard his words.
"So you hired the half-breed to kill Frank Merriwell! You are more of a
wretch than I thought!"
She shuddered with horror.
"Oh, shiver away!" brutally laughed the man. "I am a demon, and I know
it! I'm proud of it! It was born in me, and I have not been able to get
away from it. I vowed I would have you at any cost, and I mean to keep
my word."
"You will not succeed."
"Oh, yes, I shall! They can't run me down."
"You do not know the stuff Fleetfoot is made of, and Frank Merriwell is
mounted on Fleetfoot. You can't get away from him."
"So much the worse for him! I shall shoot him!"
Away they went, mile after mile being covered.
Charlie looked back again. Mounted on the black horse, Frank was drawing
away from the cowboys. He was gaining on Charlie.
"Let him come!" snarled the desperate wretch. "He can't save you!"
Frank continued to gain.
The kidnaper was riding recklessly, without considering the course he
was taking. Soon he could hear the beating hoofs of the horse ridden by
his persistent pursuer.
Closer and closer Frank crept. His face was set with determination. He
was alone, but he would rescue Sadie Rodney.
Suddenly a scream of fear came from the girl.
"The bluffs!" she cried--"the bluffs! We are right upon them!"
Indian Charlie realized it for the first time. He saw before them the
bluffs which arose two hundred feet from the bed of a dry gorge.
Then he hastily tried to rein about with his free hand.
Too late!
The horse took the bit in his teeth and charged straight at the gorge
which lay in advance.
To go over the bluff meant a plunge to death, and yet he was unable to
rein his horse about. Frantically he tried to turn the creature aside.
Frank realized the peril that threatened the man and girl. He freed the
lariat he had brought all this distance and prepared to use it. Around
and around his head the noose circled, and then, just before the horse
in advance reached the brink of the bluff, he made the cast.
The noose sailed through the air and dropped over the head and shoulders
of the man and girl. The trained horse Frank bestrode suddenly turned
and braced itself.
Snap!--the rope tightened, and two human beings were jerked from the
back of the horse, just as, with a wild shriek of fear, the animal
plunged over the brink.
When the cowboys came up they found Frank talking reassuringly to Sadie
Rodney, who had been stunned somewhat by the fall to the ground, but was
not seriously hurt, while the body of Indian Charlie lay sprawled on the
ground.
Charlie's neck was broken when he fell, and his plotting and crookedness
were over forever.
Great was the reception the party was given at Rodney's ranch. Great
were the honors bestowed on the "tenderfoot," who, as Hank Kildare
expressed it, "had shown the punchers he wuz jest as good as the best of
them--an' a sight better!"
William Rodney could not find words to express his thankfulness and
admiration of Frank.
The tournament was over for that day, but the dance followed in the
evening, and a jolly time it was.
Sadie Rodney waltzed twice with Frank, but he did not neglect Inza, who
received full assurance that the rancher's daughter had not won her
place in Frank's heart.
It was a jolly time, and for all of the misfortune which had befallen
Frank, the boys felt they were fully repaid for the time spent in
visiting Rodney's ranch.
And in spite of all that had occurred there was not a grumbling spirit
among "Frank Merriwell's Athletes."
THE END
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