THE QUEER OLD MAN
Nort was doing some quick thinking. And the burden of his thoughts was
to this effect:
"Bud and Dick have ridden off to see if they can solve the mystery, but
along comes this queer old man to me, and maybe he holds the key to
open the lock. It would be just my good luck!"
So it was with a feeling of elation, rather than otherwise, that Nort
watched the aged stranger finish his drink and then come back to where
the boy stood near the ranch house. Snake and Sam were in the bunk
house.
"Why should we go away from here?" asked Nort, trying to speak easily
and naturally. "And what is the danger?"
"Are you the boss?" was the quick retort.
"No, but the boss is my cousin, and he and I, with my brother, are
going to run this ranch."
"You'd better run away before you try to run it!" chuckled the old man
with what seemed to be sinister humor. "But you can't say I didn't
warn you."
"Warn us of what?" asked Nort, a bit sharply. "What do you mean by
coming here trying to scare me?"
"I'm not trying to scare you, my boy, I'm just trying to warn you.
Those here before you wouldn't listen to me, and what happened to them?
They died, that's what happened. Now I'm offering you a chance for
your life and it seems to rile you."
"Oh, no, I'm not mad," and Nort smiled a little. "But I would like to
know what you are driving at. Before we came here we heard stories
about the danger of Dot and Dash, but no one knew just what the danger
was. Now you seem to----"
"Oh, no, I don't, young man!" interrupted the stranger, running his
skinny hands through his straggly, white hair. "I don't know what
caused all those deaths any more than you do. But I do know if those
who are gone--I mean the humans now and not the cattle--I mean if they
had taken my Elixer they'd be alive to-day. There she is--Elixer of
Life!" and from what seemed to be one of many pockets in his loose coat
he pulled out a bottle of dark liquid. Before Nort had a chance to
make reply the stranger, holding up the bottle and affectionately
patting it from time to time, went on with:
"There she is! Elixer of Life! Made from roots, berries and herbs I
gathered myself. Compounded in a secret manner after a recipe given me
by an old Indian. It soothes the nerves, strengthens the muscles,
clears the brain and prolongs life. Only a dollar a bottle and I can
let you have as many as you like. Guaranteed to act as specified and
harmless enough so you can give it to babies! There you are--the
Elixer of Life!" It was so labeled--spelled with an e instead of i,
and as the old man insisted this was right the boys let it go at that.
So the stuff remained "elixer" to the end of the chapter.
He produced another bottle from somewhere in the recesses of his long
coat and, holding the two phials aloft, advanced upon Nort with a
strange light shining in his eyes.
From a distance it must have looked to an observer as if the old man
was approaching the boy to hurl the bottles at him with evil intent,
for they were high in the air, and over Nort's head. And Snake Purdee
must have taken this view of it, for, a moment later, standing in the
door of the bunkhouse, the cowboy drew his gun, aimed it at the aged
stranger and cried:
"Stand still or I'll bore you!"
The command was so threatening and Snake was in such a good position to
shoot that, for a moment, Nort feared a bullet would end the matter.
But the old man wheeled about, took in the situation at a glance and
mildly said, as he lowered the bottles:
"No harm intended at all. I'm only trying to save this young man's
life. You've got no call to shoot me."
"Oh," exclaimed Snake rather lamely, seeing how the matter stood.
"Well, I don't just like your attitude, and----"
"He's only selling a patent medicine," broke in Nort with a smile.
"It's the Elixer of Life."
"I make it myself, from roots, berries and herbs," eagerly went on the
old man. "Only a dollar a bottle or six for five dollars. If them as
were here before you had taken it they'd be alive to-day. But they
were scoffers. They spurned me and look what happened to them."
"I've seen you before, old man!" said Sam and there was something
menacing in his tone. "I've seen you around this ranch a lot, and I've
heard some say you was always around when something happened--I mean
when men and cattle were found dead. I saw you just before my own
horse died and I passed out and now I want you to explain. I've got
you now!"
He made a grab for the old man, who did not seek to elude Sam, but
stood quietly while the cowboy held one arm and took out a gun with
which he covered the inventor of the Elixer.
"Now, son," said the old man, soothingly, "don't get excited. I
haven't done any harm and I don't intend to. It's true you've seen me
around this ranch a lot--I live a few miles from here back in the
woods. And I've been around when there's been deaths. But I was
trying to stop death--not bring it about. Only I was always too late.
They never would listen to me--them cowboys. And I was around when I
saw your horse go down. I rode back, later, thinking I could sell you
a bottle of my Life Elixer before you passed away, but I got there too
late. I saw that you had expired so I went on."
"I'm a pretty live man for a dead one!" chuckled Sam. "But what's your
game, anyhow?"
He had released his hold of the aged one and had put his gun back in
the holster as Snake had done. And then Nort made, unseen by the
stranger, a motion to his two companions which served to explain
matters. Nort made a circular motion with one finger up near his head
as though to indicate wheels going around.
"Oh!" softly murmured Snake, understandingly, and he was echoed by Sam
with:
"I'm wise!"
While, as the aged one again raised his Elixer bottles on high Nort
with his lips only said the words:
"The poor old man's a bit cracked!"
And so it seemed. He was one of the many harmless but well-meaning
"herb doctors" to be found in every community. He had a firm faith in
his own concoction.
"Be warned in time, gentlemen," he went on, still offering the Elixer
to Nort. "You are alive now, but you may be dead to-morrow. This will
save you. One dollar a bottle or six for five."
He now held the two bottles in one hand while, with the other, he went
searching through his coat for more. But Nort stopped him with a
gesture.
"Two are enough for now," he said, soothingly, handing over a two
dollar bill. "But can you tell us anything about the causes for the
deaths that have taken place on Dot and Dash ranch?"
"Yes, young man, I can," was the firm answer as the bill was tucked
away inside the hat band, "I know all about those deaths. They were
caused by a failure to heed my warnings and take this Elixer of Life!
"Be warned in time, gentlemen," went on the old man as he moved over to
his horse. "There are three of you, and you have only bought two
bottles. At least each one should have his own. I may not be back
here and----"
"Oh, shucks! Gimme a bottle!" ejaculated Snake. "And see if you can't
tell us what killed these folks and the cattle."
"I can tell you--yes--certainly!" was the quick retort as another
bottle of the dark liquid was produced and another dollar added to the
hat band bank.
"What was it then?" asked Snake, eagerly, while Nort and Sam waited for
the answer.
"The hand of fate!" was the solemn answer. "But now you are safe. You
have the Elixer of Life and so death cannot harm you. I bid you good
day!"
Before they could stop him, even had they been so inclined, which they
were not, the old man left Nort and his chums holding their bottles of
Elixer and rode away on his sorry looking nag, crooning something into
his ample beard.
"Well, what do you make of that?" asked Snake when the stranger--they
had not thought to ask his name--was beyond hearing.
"He's just a harmless crank," said Nort. "An old herb doctor."
"That's what I think," chimed in Sam. "Though at first I was a bit
suspicious of him. But I guess he doesn't mean anything. And he don't
know anything about the deaths here."
"If he does he isn't telling," decided Nort.
"Well," said Snake slowly, "I'm not superstitious, but as long as I
bought this stuff I might as well sample it."
He pulled the cork from the bottle, and was about to take a drink when
Nort, with a quick motion, knocked the flask down, almost sending it to
the ground.