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NAN SHERWOOD AT ROSE RANCH
OR
THE OLD MEXICAN'S TREASURE
BY
ANNIE ROE CARR
CONTENTS
I. SCHOOL REOPENS
II. INTRODUCTIONS
III. "CURFEW SHALL NOT RING TO-NIGHT"
IV. WALKING THE PLANK
V. RHODA IS UNPOPULAR
VI. THE MEXICAN GIRL
VII. DOWN THE SLOPE
VIII. AFTERNOON TEA
IX. NOT ALWAYS "BUTTERFINGERS"
X. THE TREASURE OF ROSE RANCH
XI. JUANITA
XII. ROSE RANCH AT LAST
XIII. OPEN SPACES
XIV. THE POOR LITTLE CALF
XV. A TROPHY FOR ROOM EIGHT
XVI. EXPECTATIONS
XVII. THE ROUND-UP
XVIII. THE OUTLAW
XIX. A RAID
XX. THE ANTELOPE HUNT; AND MORE
XXI. IN THE OLD BEAR DEN
XXII. AFTER THE TEMPEST
XXIII. THE LETTER FROM JUANITA
XXIV. UNCERTAINTIES
XXV. THE STAMPEDE
XXVI. WHO ARE THEY?
XXVII. THE FUNNEL
XXVIII. A PRISONER
XXIX. A TAMED OUTLAW
XXX. TREASURE-TROVE
CHAPTER I
SCHOOL REOPENS
"And of course," drawled Laura Polk, she of the irrepressible
spirits and what Mrs. Cupp called "flamboyant" hair, "she will come
riding up to the Hall on her trusty pinto pony (whatever kind of
pony that is), with a gun at her belt and swinging a lariat. She
will yell for Dr. Beulah to come forth, and the minute the darling
appears this Rude Rhoda from the Rolling Prairie will proceed to
rope our dear preceptress and bear her off captive to her lair--"
"My--goodness--gracious--Agnes!" exclaimed Amelia Boggs, more
frequently addressed as 'Procrastination Boggs', "you are getting
your metaphors dreadfully mixed. It is a four-legged beast of prey
that bears its victim away to its 'lair.'"
"How do you know Rollicking Rhoda from Crimson Gulch hasn't four
legs?" demanded the red-haired girl earnestly. "You know very well
from what we see in the movies that there are more wonders in the
'Wild and Woolly West' than are dreamed of in your philosophy,
Horatio-Amelia."
"One thing I say," said a very much overdressed girl who had
evidently just arrived, for she had not removed her furs and coat,
and was warming herself before the open fire in the beautiful
reception hall where this conversation was going on, "I think
Lakeview Hall is getting to be dreadfully common, when all sorts
and conditions of girls are allowed to come here."
"Oh, I guess this Rhododendron-girl from Dead Man's Den has money
enough to suit even you, Linda," Laura Polk said carelessly.
"Money isn't everything, I hope," said the girl in furs, tossing
her head.
"Hear! Hear!" exclaimed Laura, and some of the other girls laughed.
"Linda's had a change of heart."
"Dear me!" sniffed Linda Riggs, "how smart you are, Polk. Just as
though I was not used to anything but money--"
"True. You are. But you have never talked about much of anything
else before this particular occasion," said the red-haired girl.
"What has happened to you, Linda mine, since you separated from us
all at the beginning of the winter holidays?"
Linda merely sniffed again and turned to speak to her particular
chum, Cora Courtney.
"You should have been with me in Chicago, Cora--at my cousin, Pearl
Graves', house. I tried to get Pearl--she's just about our age--to
come to Lakeview Hall; but she goes to a private school right in
her neighborhood--oh! a _very_ select place. No girl like this
wild Western person Polk is talking about, would be received there.
No, indeed!"
"Hi, Linda!" broke in the irrepressible red-haired girl, "why
didn't you try to enter that wonderful school?"
"I did ask to. But my father is _so_ old-fashioned," complained Linda.
"He would not hear of it. Said it would not be treating Dr. Beulah
right."
"Oh, oh!" groaned Laura. "How the dear doctor would have suffered,
Linda, if you had not come back to her sheltering arms."
The laugh this raised among the party made Linda's cheeks flame
more hotly than before. She would not look at the laughing group
again. A flaxen-haired girl with pink cheeks and blue eyes--one of
the smallest though not the youngest in the party--came timidly to
Linda Riggs' elbow.
"Did you spend all your vacation in Chicago?" she asked gently. "I
was to go to visit Grace; but there was sickness at home, and so I
couldn't. Didn't the Masons come back with you, Linda?"
"And Nan Sherwood and Bess Harley?" questioned Amelia Boggs, the
homely girl. "They went to the Masons' to visit, didn't they?"
"I'm sure I could not tell you much about _them_," Linda said,
shrugging her shoulders. "I had something else to do, I can assure
you, than to look up Sherwood and Harley."
"Why!" gasped the fair-haired girl, "Grace wrote me that you were
at her house, and went to the theater with them, and that--that--"
"Well, what of it, Lillie Nevins?" demanded the other sharply.
"In her letter she said you had a dreadful accident. That you were
run away with in a sleigh and that Nan Sherwood and Walter saved
your life."
"That sounds interesting!" cried Laura Polk. "So Our Nan has been
playing the he-ro-wine again? How did it happen?"
"She has been putting herself forward the same as usual," snapped
Linda Riggs. "I suppose that is what you mean. And Grace is crazy.
Walter did help me when Madam Graves' horses ran away; but Nan
Sherwood had nothing to do with it. Or, nothing much, at least."
"Keep on," said Laura Polk, dryly, "and I guess we'll get the facts
of the case."
"If you think I am going to join this crew that praises Nan
Sherwood to the skies, you are mistaken," cried Linda.
"All right. We'll hear all about it when Bess Harley comes," said
Laura, laughing. She did like to plague Linda Riggs.
"Where are Nan and Bess, to say nothing of Gracie?" Amelia Boggs
wanted to know. "You came on the last train, didn't you, Linda?"
"Oh, I did not pay much attention to those on the train," said
Linda airily. "Father had his private car put on for me, and I rode
in that."
Mr. Riggs was president of the railroad, and by no chance did his
daughter ever let her mates lose sight of that fact.
"My goodness!" exclaimed Cora, "didn't you have anybody with you?"
"Well, no. You see, I invited Walter and Grace Mason, but they had
people in the chair car they thought they must entertain," and she
sniffed again.
"Oh, you Linda!" laughed Laura. "I bet I know who they were
entertaining."
"Here comes the bus!" cried Amelia suddenly.
A rush of more than half the girls gathered about the open hearth
for the great main entrance door of Lakeview Hall followed the
announcement. This hall was almost like a castle set upon a high
cliff overlooking Lake Huron on one side and the straggling town of
Freeling, and Freeling Inlet, on the other.
The girls flung open the door. The school bus had just stopped
before the wide veranda. Girls were fairly "boiling out of it," as
Laura declared. Short, tall, thin, stout girls and girls of all
ages between ten and seventeen tramped merrily up the steps with
their handbags. Such a hullabaloo of greeting as there was!
"Come on, Cora," said Linda, haughtily. "Let us go up to our room.
They are positively vulgar."
"Oh, no, Linda!" Cora cried. "I want to stay and see the fun."
"Fun!" gasped the disdainful Linda.
"Yes," said Cora, who was a terrible toady, but who showed some
spirit on this occasion. "I want to have fun with the other girls.
I don't want to be left out of everything just because of you. Even
if you are going to flock by yourself this term, as you did most of
last, because you are all the time quarreling with the girls that
have the nicest times, I'm going to get into the fun."
This, according to Linda Riggs' opinion, was crass ingratitude and
treachery. Besides, she and Cora had the nicest room in the Hall,
for it had been fixed up especially for his daughter by Mr. Riggs;
and Cora, who was poor, was allowed to be Linda's roommate without
extra charge.
"You mean that you want to run with that Nan Sherwood and Bess
Harley crew!" exclaimed Linda.
"I want to get into some of the fun. And so do you, Linda! Don't
act offish," and Cora walked toward the open door to meet the new
arrivals.
It was a terrible shock to the railroad magnate's daughter--this.
The defection of her chief henchman and ally would rather break up
the little group which Laura Polk had unkindly dubbed "the School
of Snobs." With all her wealth Linda had but few retainers.
In the van of the newcomers were a rather comely, brown-eyed girl
with a bright and cheerful expression of countenance, a dark beauty
with curls and flashing eyes, and a demure but pretty girl to whom
Lillie Nevins ran with exclamations of joy. This last was Grace
Mason, the flaxen-haired girl's chum.
"Oh, Nancy! how well you look," cried Laura, hugging the brown-eyed
girl. And to the curly-haired one: "What mischief have you got
into, Bess? You look just as though you had done something."
"Don't say a word!" gasped Bess Harley in the red-haired girl's
ear. "It's what we are going to do. Some sawneys have arrived.
We'll have a procession."
"Oh, say!" exclaimed Amelia Boggs, "there is one special sawney
expected. Did she come on this train with you other girls?"
"Oh, that's so! Who has seen Roistering Rhoda of the Staked Plains?
Mrs. Cupp said she was due tonight," cried Laura.
"For goodness' sake!" exclaimed Bess, "who is that?"
"A sawney!" cried one of the other girls.
"They say she is Rhoda Hammond, from the very farthest West there
is," Laura said gravely. "Of course she will ride in on a mustang,
or something like that."
"What! with the snow two feet deep?" laughed the brown-eyed girl,
tossing off her furs and smiling at the group of her schoolmates
with happy mien.
"Say not so!" begged Laura. "No pony? What is the use of having a
cow-girl fresh from the wildest West come to Lakeview Hall unless
she comes in proper character?"
Nan Sherwood, having swept her old friends with her quick glance,
now looked back at the group that had followed her into the hall.
The bus had been so crowded and so dark that she had not known half
of those who had been with her coming up from the Freeling railroad
station.
"How nice it is to get back, isn't it?" she murmured to her special
chum, Bess Harley.
"I should say!" agreed Elizabeth, warmly and emphatically.
Laura Polk, as an older girl and, after all, one of the most
thoughtful, suddenly noticed a stranger in brown who still stood
just inside the door that somebody had thoughtfully closed.
She made quite a charming, not to say striking, figure, as she
stood there alone, just the faintest smile upon her lips, yet
looking quite as neglected and lonely as any novice could possibly
look.
This stranger wore brown furs and a brown coat, with a hat to match
on which was a really wonderful brown plume. She wore bronze shoes
and hose. Even Linda Riggs was dressed no more richly than this
girl; only the latter was dressed in better taste than Linda.
Laura, leaving the gay company, went quickly toward the girl in
brown and held out her hand.
"I am sure you are a stranger here," she said. "And I am a member
of the Welcoming Committee. I am Laura Polk. And you--?"
"I am Rhoda Hammond," said the demure girl quietly.
"What!" almost shouted the startled Laura. "You're never! You can't
be! Not Rollicking Rhoda from Rustlers' Roost, the wild Western
adventuress we've heard so much about?"
"No," said the girl in brown, still placidly. "I am Rhoda Hammond
from Rose Ranch."