CONCLUSION
"You never have!" declared Tommy.
"Honest!" replied Sandy. "I filled myself up with provisions and crawled
under the blanket and went to sleep just after you went away to get some
bear steak for breakfast. Did you get the steak?" the boy added with a
grin.
"You bet I did," answered Tommy, "and I brought it back with me," he
added, stroking the waistband of his trousers. "How's your shoulder?"
"Fine as a fiddle," was the reply. "I'm not going to have any trouble
with it after this! Did you find Chester's fond parent," he added,
glancing in the direction of the escaped convict.
"Sure we did," replied Tommy. "And, do you know," the boy went on, "that
we needn't have bothered about finding him at all. Chester knows
everything about the Fremont case that the father does."
"Is that right, Chester?" asked Sandy.
"Now you come on over here to father," Chester said, "and we'll ask him
what took place in the private room of Fremont's bank that night, and
we'll see if his memory of the things which occurred there is the same
as mine."
The boys now all trooped to the tent where Mr. Wagner had been placed
and Chester asked:
"Do you know why these boys are here, father?"
"To take me back to prison, I suppose," was the almost sullen reply.
"They are here to establish your innocence," the son went on. "Do you
know why?"
The father glanced keenly from his son to the others and finally asked,
his voice trembling with excitement:
"Why should they take an interest in me?"
"Because," Will broke in, "you can help us, and we want to help you. We
have information that you are innocent of the crime of which you were
convicted, and we believe that you have information which will prevent
the conviction of an innocent man."
"Do you refer to the Fremont case?" asked Wagner.
"Exactly," replied Will. "And I'd like to ask you now," the boy went on,
"before anything more is said, why you never communicated with young
Fremont's attorney. He advertised for you extensively, and you might
have held conference with him without subjecting yourself to arrest."
"I saw the advertisement," was the reply, "but I thought it was only a
trap set by the police. I was determined not to go back to the
penitentiary. If I had been captured by the police, I would have killed
myself. I had no money, no influence, and it would have been impossible
for me to establish my innocence, so I decided to let young Fremont look
out for himself. I know now that I was wrong."
"You were in the bank that July night?" asked Will.
"Yes, I was there with my son," was the reply.
The boys looked wonderingly at Chester.
"What took place?" asked Will.
"Fremont was working late in his private room, and the janitor and
nightwatchman were moving about the building, from the deposit vaults in
the basement to the ironclad room which enclosed the big safe.
"I went there to see Mr. Fremont in order to secure financial help. He
had been an old friend of my parents, and I had every reason to believe
that he would assist me if I could get to him. After a long time I
attracted the attention of the night watchman, and he admitted me at a
side door on the request of Mr. Fremont."
"Who else was in the building at that time?" asked Will.
"No one that I know of," was the reply. "I stated my case to Mr. Fremont
in the presence of my son and he handed me one hundred dollars in small
bills, advising me to remain in hiding until I could arrange for a new
trial. He said when he gave me the money that the sum was more than he
had left, but that he would never again feel that he needed money.
"I did not understand what he meant, and said so. He told me then that
he had been plunging heavily in Wall street. He said that he had lost
every dollar he had in the world, and that his interest in the bank
would be taken from him the next day unless a wealthy friend he was
depending on came to his assistance that very night."
"Did he tell you the name of the man he expected there that night?"
asked Will.
"He did," replied the escaped convict, "but I do not now recall the
name. I can't for the life of me bring it back to my mind."
"The name," Chester interrupted, "was Myron M. Douglass."
"A Chicago multi-millionaire!" exclaimed Will.
"I asked Mr. Fremont what course he intended to pursue, and he replied
that there was only one thing he could do if the man he had appealed to
refused to aid him. As he told me this he opened a drawer in his desk
and pointed to an automatic revolver lying on top of a pile of papers."
"And you left it lying there?" asked Will.
"No," Chester answered, "I snatched the revolver out of the drawer and
brought it away with me. When we left the private room by the side door,
Mr. Fremont was standing beside his desk with a smile upon a very white
face. He said he had another revolver in another drawer, and would use
it if he did not hear from Mr. Douglass before midnight."
"Did you believe him to be in earnest?" asked Will.
"I did not think he would kill himself when it came down to the real
point."
"Did you immediately leave the vicinity of the bank?" asked the boy.
"No," replied Chester. "We walked about the building until after twelve
o'clock."
"Did you hear any significant sounds?" asked Will.
"Pistol-shots," was the reply.
"Then you knew what had taken place?"
"Yes, sir, we thought we did."
"What next?"
"While we stood at the side door of the bank, wondering what we ought to
do, Mr. Fremont's son came running up the steps. At first I felt
disposed to give him some intimation as to what had taken place, but I
hadn't the courage to do so. He opened the side door with a key and
entered, and we left the city and the state. We came here, and I was
dazed by a fall, but this last hurt has corrected the injury done by the
first one."
"There you are!" said Will. "The case is closed. The Boy Scouts may as
well go back to Chicago now. There's one more mystery. Who built the
fire in your old cave?"
"I did before the last fall," Wagner said.
"Of course, we can stay here and fish and hunt if we want to," laughed
Will, "and I think it may be well to do so for a week or so, but right
now we have come to The Ending of the Trail."
The boys spent two very pleasant weeks in Wyoming without further
annoyance. When they returned to Chicago, Wagner and Chester went with
them. The case against young Fremont fell to the ground as soon as the
testimony of Wagner and his son was taken, and the innocence of the
escaped convict was established so thoroughly to the satisfaction of the
police that he was never tried again.
The boys saw both Wagner and Chester were provided with congenial
situations. After the boys had been in Chicago a couple of weeks they
met Katz and Cullen on Clark street. The detectives flamed red in the
face at sight of the boys, but were very humble when addressing them.
"We have forgotten what took place in Wyoming," Katz said significantly.
"And so have we," replied Tommy. "No one here knows anything about it!
It was rather a mean trick to play on you, but we had to do something to
get Wagner to testify in the Fremont case."
"Forget it!" cried Katz, and the two went on their way, after receiving
their badges from Tommy.
The boys had been in Chicago not more than a month when a letter from
the famous criminal lawyer brought them to his office again.
"Are you boys ready to take a trip to the north?" he asked. "I want you
to go way up into the Hudson Bay country and do a little work that a
group of Boy Scouts can do better than any one else in the world."
"Sure, we'll go!" answered Will. "We were saying last night that we were
getting tired of hanging around Chicago."
The boys started away the very next day. What they saw and did on the
journey will be found in the next volume of this series entitled:
Boy Scouts in Northern Wilds; or, The Signal from the Hills.
The End.