BART DAWSON EXPLAINS
Sitting beside the fire in Hank Shale's cabin, the Hardy boys told
their story. They were interrupted frequently by ejaculations of "Ye
don't say!" and, "Well I'll be switched!" from the two old miners, and
occasionally their father smiled in approval.
When they had finished, Bart Dawson slapped his knee.
"I never heard the beat of it!" he declared. "Ye went up on that there
mountain and got lost and attacked by wolves and fell down the shaft
and got held up by Black Pepper, and yet here ye are, and there's the
gold. I never heard the beat!"
"Neither did I!" affirmed Hank Shale slowly.
"There's the gold," laughed Frank, indicating the four sacks on the
table.
"Coulson will be tickled to death," declared Bart Dawson. "He never
expected either of us to see it again."
"There's a question we wanted to ask you," put in Frank. "Are you sure
there isn't anybody else but Mr. Coulson sharing the gold with you?"
Fenton Hardy looked up startled. He could not imagine what this was
leading to. As for Bart Dawson, he looked blank.
"Not that I know of," he said.
"Are you quite sure?"
"I'm certain sure. There's Coulson's brother did own a share of it, but
he's dead, and there's Jadbury Wilson, my old pardner, but he's dead,
too. That leaves only me and Coulson."
"Are you sure Wilson is dead?"
"Last we heard of him he was. He went East, they say, and died out
there. I sure wish he could be here to-night. Poor old Jad--he worked
so hard for his share of that gold, and never got none of it."
"Jadbury Wilson isn't dead."
"What?" shouted Bart Dawson, leaping to his feet. "Say them words
again, lad! Do ye know for sure? Is Jad Wilson still livin'?"
"He's staying at our house in Bayport right now," declared Joe.
Fenton Hardy looked more surprised than ever. The case was taking an
angle he had never anticipated.
"If I'm sure Jad Wilson is still alive I'll be the happiest man in the
world!" declared Bart Dawson. "But how do ye know? Tell me about him."
The Hardy boys thereupon told of their meeting with Jadbury Wilson and
of the story he had told of his gold-mining days in the West.
"So he thinks that you stole the gold from him and went away with it,"
concluded Frank.
"I don't blame him for thinkin' that!" said Dawson heartily. "I don't
blame him a bit! When I come back to Lucky Bottom I made it my business
to trace up my old pardners, but the only one I could find was Coulson,
and he told me his brother and Jad Wilson was dead."
"But what had happened to the gold?"
"I'm comin' to that. When the outlaws attacked our camp, the others
sent me out to hide the gold. And I hid it. I was just gettin' away
when a stray bullet hit me, and I'll be hanged if I didn't go clean
off my head. I didn't remember nothin'. I must have wandered away from
Lucky Bottom altogether, for when I come to myself I was miles and
miles away, up in northern Montana, and I couldn't remember one thing
of my life up to that time. It had been wiped clean out of my memory.
I had papers on me that had my name written on them, but I didn't know
where I had come from or nothin'."
"I have heard of such cases," said Fenton Hardy.
"I had clean lost my memory. I didn't even know I had ever been in
Lucky Bottom. Everythin' was blank up to the time I come to myself.
Then, a few months ago, a doctor told me he thought he could fix me
up, and I had an operation and--click! I remembered everythin'. I
remembered Lucky Bottom and our mine, and how I had hidden the gold.
It all come back to me. So I came back to Lucky Bottom and dug up the
gold again and tried to find my pardners, and Coulson and I was ready
to split it up between us, seein' we thought his brother and Jad Wilson
was dead, when the outlaws stole it on us. So that's how it happened."
Frank and Joe had listened entranced.
"Why, that explains everything!" Frank declared. "It clears it all up.
We couldn't believe you had been crooked, although--" he stopped in
confusion.
"Although it looked mighty like it, eh?" finished Bart Dawson, with a
smile. "Well, I don't blame ye for bein' suspicious. And now, if you'll
take me back East with ye, I'll meet my old pardner, Jad Wilson, again,
and he'll get his share of the gold. It should be enough to keep him in
comfort for all the rest of his life."
"He's been having a pretty tough time," said Frank. "He'll welcome it."
"And glad I'll be to see that he gets his share. As for you, Mr.
Hardy," went on Dawson, turning to the detective. "I promised you a
good fee if ye'd take this case for me and I promised you a reward if
the gold was found. Two thousand dollars, I said, and two thousand
dollars you'll get as soon as I can get these nuggets and the gold dust
changed into real money."
"I won't take it all," said Fenton Hardy. "My boys did the real work."
"That's up to you. It was your case and you can do what you like with
the money. But," Dawson declared with emphasis, "if ye don't divvy up
with these two lads----!"
"Don't worry," laughed the detective. "I have no intention of letting
them work for nothing. I want to share the reward with them."
"Well, that's fine, then. And they get five hundred dollars for
capturin' Black Pepper--don't forget that." Bart Dawson turned to the
Hardy boys. "Ye ought to have a nice fat bank account when you go back
East."
"It begins to look that way," agreed Frank, with a pleased smile.
"You've done good work," said Fenton Hardy. "You've cleaned up this
case in record time and, to tell the truth, I hardly expected you
would be successful, because you were up against a mighty difficult
undertaking and you didn't have very much to work on. You deserve
everything that is coming to you in the way of reward. You've done me
credit."
"Hearing you say that is reward enough," said Frank, and Joe nodded his
head in agreement.
"Real detectives, both of 'em," said Hank Shale, puffing at his pipe.
THE END
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MYSTERY STORIES FOR BOYS
By FRANKLIN W. DIXON
THE HARDY BOYS: THE TOWER TREASURE
THE HARDY BOYS: THE HOUSE ON THE CLIFF
THE HARDY BOYS: THE SECRET OF THE OLD MILL
THE HARDY BOYS: THE MISSING CHUMS
THE HARDY BOYS: HUNTING FOR HIDDEN GOLD
(Other Volumes in Preparation)
GROSSET AND DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK