JACK HEARS OF HIS FATHER
For a few moments Jack stood looking at the door that had closed on
Mr. Hardy. The man seemed a link between the boy and his long-lost
father, and Jack felt as if he would not like to allow Mr. Tevis's
confidant to be out of his sight. But he reflected if he was to see
the man who held his father's secret he must follow out the line laid
down.
He went to where he had left Nat and John, and told them what had
happened. Jack announced anticipation of a favorable reply from Mr.
Tevis, who, he said, would, no doubt, keep his promise made years ago
to those to whom he had presented the rings.
"Then we'll get ready to go with you," announced Nat. "Hopping
halibut! I forgot to write to my uncle. I heard from the hotel clerk
he had waited here for us two days, and then went back, leaving word
we could come on to the ranch, or wait for him. He'll be back inside
of a week."
"That fits into our plans," Jack said. "Write and tell him we arrived
and will be ready to go with him a week from to-day, I think I can
learn what I want in that time."
Accordingly Nat got a letter ready, and intrusted it to the hotel
clerk, who promised to send it to Double B ranch at the first
opportunity. Mr. Kent's ranch was known by the device of two capital
B's, one placed backwards in front of the other, and this brand
appeared on all his cattle. His uncle's place, Nat learned, was on a
big plateau in the midst of a mountain range. Men from it frequently
rode into Fillmore, and it was by one of them the hotel clerk
proposed sending the boy's letter to Mr. Kent.
This done, the three chums sat in their rooms discussing the strange
things that had come to pass since they had left Washington Hall.
"Seems as if it was several months, instead of a couple of weeks,"
said John. "I'll be glad when we get out where it's good and wild."
The boys found much to occupy their time in the hustling city of
Denver. They went about viewing the sights, but all the while Jack
was impatiently awaiting the return of Mr. Hardy.
"I wonder if the days are any longer here than back east," he
remarked.
"It's you," replied Nat. "Stop thinking about it, and Friday night
will come sooner."
"Can't help it," Jack went on, with a deep sigh.
Friday night came at last, though it was nearly ten o'clock before
Jack, who was anxiously waiting in his room, received a message that
some one wanted to see him. He went down and was met by Mr. Hardy.
The man showed the dust and grime of travel.
"Well?" asked Jack.
"When do you want to start?" asked Mr. Hardy.
"To-morrow morning," was Jack's quick reply, and a load was lifted
from his mind.
"Then I'll have a horse for you here at nine o'clock," Mr. Tevis's
friend went on, as he handed back the rings and the card.
"Can't John and Nat go along?" inquired Jack, for he had mentioned
his friends to Mr. Hardy.
"I suppose so," was the answer. "It will take longer if so many of us
go, but I have no orders to keep your friends back if they want to
accompany us. It's a wild trip, and has to be made on horseback."
"They'll want to go. None of us is a good rider, but we'll do our
best"
"Very well, I'll have three horses."
"Do you think Mr. Tevis will have some news of my father?" asked
Jack, a note of anxiety coming into his voice.
"I shouldn't be surprised," was the cautious answer. "Mr. Tevis can
generally be depended on to produce the goods. Now I'll leave you, as
I have lots of work to do before morning. I'm glad I succeeded in
arranging it for you,"
"So am I," exclaimed Jack, as he held out his hand and met that of
Mr. Hardy's in hearty clasp.
"Can you two stand a hundred mile ride on horseback?" asked Jack of
his two chums, when he was back in his room.
"Two if necessary," replied John.
"And two it will have to be," Jack went on. "I forgot it's a hundred
each way. Well, we're in for it," and he explained what Mr. Hardy had
told him.
The horses which Mr. Tevis's messenger brought around the next
morning proved to be steady-going animals. Their backs were broad and
they carried easy-riding saddles. Under the direction of the guide
the boys packed up some blankets and enough "grub," to last several
days, since they could not expect to make as good time as had Mr.
Hardy. Leaving their trunks and grips at the hotel the boys, with
their new-found friend in the lead, started for Mr. Tevis's mountain
home.
"He's a strange man," said Mr, Hardy, as he rode along by Jack's side
a little later. "He had so much trouble with a band of bad men once
that he made up his mind he would have no more. He knows the gang is
still trying to get the best of him, and that's why he takes so many
precautions. It is the same ugly crowd that made your father an
exile, I understand."
"But his exile is almost up," said Jack earnestly. "The eleven years
will pass this summer, and he can come back to us."
"If you can only find him to get word to him."
"Do you think I can't find him?"
"Well, the mountains are a wild place. It's hard enough to keep track
of men who have no motive for hiding, let alone those who believe
every effort to locate them is made with an idea of doing them some
harm."
"If I can only get word to him I know my father will wander no
longer. I need him and he needs me."
Half a day's riding brought them to a wild part of the country. The
trail was a narrow one. Now it led along a high range of foothills,
skirting some deep ravine. Again it was down in a valley, along the
course of some mountain stream that was now almost dry.
The bracing atmosphere, though it was so rarefied that the boys, at
first, found a little difficulty in breathing, made objects seem
strangely near. Several times Jack and his companions saw a distant
landmark, and wondered why they were so long in reaching it. Mr.
Hardy laughed at their astonishment as he explained the reason for
the seeming nearness.
They had dinner on the side of a mountain which they had begun to
ascend shortly before noon. Mr. Hardy proved himself an old
campaigner. He had a fire made, and bacon frying before the boys had
the stiffness from their legs, caused by their ride. Then, with bread
and coffee, they made a better meal than they had partaken of in many
a hotel.
That night they slept in a lonely mountain cabin, the owner of which
Mr. Hardy knew. They pressed on the next morning, their pace being
slow because Nat found he could not ride as well as he had hoped.
"Galloping gooseberries!" he exclaimed. "I feel as if all my bones
were loose. You didn't see any of 'em scattered back along the trail,
did you, Jack?"
"You'll get over it," said Mr. Hardy. "Got to learn to ride if you're
going on a ranch. No one walks there."
They had to sleep in the open the next night, but Mr. Hardy built a
big fire, and, well wrapped in their blankets, the boys were not
uncomfortable, even though it was cold on the mountain from the time
the sun went down.
It was cold, too, the next morning, as they crawled from their warm
coverings, but when their guide had thrown a lot of wood on the
glowing embers, causing them to spring into a fine blaze, the boys
got up and helped prepare breakfast.
"We're almost there," said Mr. Hardy, as they mounted their horses to
resume their trip.
They rode until shortly before noon, when Mr. Hardy suddenly pulled
his horse up and said:
"Here's as far as we can go, boys, until we get word from Mr. Tevis.
There's the tree where I leave the messages." He pointed to a big oak
that had been struck by lightning, and split partly down the immense
trunk. One blackened branch stuck up. It had a cleft in it, in which
a letter could be placed and seen from afar.
"Now I'll just leave a note there, and we'll have to be guided by
what happens," Mr. Hardy went on.
He wrote something on a piece of paper, and asked Jack for the rings
and the card symbol. These, with the message he had written, he
placed in an envelope. The letter was enclosed in a bit of oiled
silk, and the whole deposited in the cleft of the limb.
"It might rain before it is taken away," he explained. "You can never
tell when Mr. Tevis or his messengers come. He can see that letter
from his house, by using a telescope, but he may not send for it. It
all depends."
"How will you know if he does?" asked Jack.
"I will come back here to-morrow at noon," replied the guide. "If
there is an answer, there will be a little white flag where the
letter was, Then I will know what to do."
There was nothing to do but wait. Mr. Hardy explained that it was
necessary that they move back down the mountain, a mile or more away
from the signal tree. To Jack and his chums this seemed a lot of
needless precaution, but they were in no position to do anything
different.
Jack passed the night in uneasy slumber, for he could not help
thinking of what the morrow might bring and what effect it might have
on his search for his father. But all things have an end, and morning
finally came. After breakfast Mr. Hardy looked well to the saddle
girths, as he said, if they were to go further on their journey, they
would have to proceed over a rougher road than any they had yet
traversed.
They started for the blighted oak so as to reach there about noon.
How anxiously did Jack peer ahead for a sight of the lightning-
blasted tree, in order to catch the first glimpse of the white flag
he hoped to see! He was so impatient that Mr. Hardy had to caution
him not to ride too fast. But in spite of this the boy kept pressing
his horse forward. As the little cavalcade turned around a bend in
the trail Jack cried out:
"I see it! There's the white flag! Now we can go on and hear the news
of my father!"
"Don't be too sure," muttered Mr. Hardy. "It may be a message saying
there is no news," but he did not tell Jack this.
The sun was just crossing the zenith when Mr. Hardy took from the
cleft of the branch a small packet wrapped in oiled silk, similar to
the one he had left. Quickly tearing off the wrapping the guide
disclosed a piece of white paper. On It was but one word:
"Come."
"Hurrah!" yelled Jack, throwing his hat into the air, and nearly
losing his balance recovering it.
"Walloping washtubs!" yelled Nat.
"Let's hurry on," spoke John Smith, more quietly. But he, too, felt
the excitement of the moment, only he was used to repressing his
feelings.
"Prepare for a hard ride," said Mr. Hardy. "We must make Mr. Tevis's
place by night, as it is dangerous to camp in the open around here.
Too many wild beasts."
From the blasted oak the trail led in winding paths up the mountain.
It was indeed a hard one. Great boulders blocked the path, and there
were places where rains had washed out big gullies. But the horses
seemed used to such traveling, for they scrambled along like goats on
a rocky cliff.
It was just getting dusk when, as they topped a considerable rise,
Mr. Hardy pointed ahead to where a light glimmered on the side of the
mountain, and said:
"There is Mr. Tevis's house."
Jack's heart gave a mighty thump. At last he was at one of the
important stages of his long trip. As the riders advanced there came,
from out of the fast gathering darkness a command:
"Halt! Who comes?"
"Friends!" exclaimed Mr. Hardy.
"What word have you?"
"Pine tree and moss agate," was the answer.
"You may enter," the unseen speaker added.
There was the sound of a heavy gate swinging open, and following
their guide the boys urged their horses ahead. They found themselves
on a well-made road, which led to a fairly large house.
"Dismount," said Mr. Hardy, as he brought his steed to a halt in
front of a large piazza that surrounded the residence. "We are here
at last."
As he spoke the door opened, sending out a stream of brilliant light.
In the center of the radiance stood a tall man, looking out.
"Good evening, Mr. Tevis," spoke Mr. Hardy.
"Ah, Enos, so you have arrived. And did you bring the boys with you?"
"All three, sir."
"Very good. Come in. Supper is ready."
Jack sprang from his horse and, with a bound was on the porch beside
the man he had come so far to see.
"Mr. Tevis!" he exclaimed, "Have you any news of my father? Is he
alive? Can you tell me where to find him?"
"Yes, to all three questions, Jack Ranger," said Mr. Tevis, heartily,
and Jack felt his heart thumping against his ribs as though it would
leap out.