[Illustration: Finally Mr. Boone turned to him, and stretching out his
hand, advanced and said: “Don’t you know me, Richard?”]
THE RANGER BOYS AND THEIR REWARD
By CLAUDE A. LABELLE
Author of
“The Ranger Boys to the Rescue,” “The Ranger Boys
Find the Hermit,” “The Ranger Boys and the
Border Smugglers,” “The Ranger Boys
Outwit the Timber Thieves.”
A. L. BURT COMPANY
Publishers New York
THE RANGER BOYS SERIES
A Series of Stories for Boys 12 to 16 Years of Age
By CLAUDE A. LABELLE
The Ranger Boys to the Rescue
The Ranger Boys Find the Hermit
The Ranger Boys and the Border Smugglers
The Ranger Boys Outwit the Timber Thieves
The Ranger Boys and Their Reward
Copyright, 1922
By A. L. BURT COMPANY
THE RANGER BOYS AND THEIR REWARD
Made in “U. S. A.”
THE RANGER BOYS AND THEIR REWARD
CHAPTER I
THE PLEA FOR HELP
“Well, now that everything is going all right at the camp here, I
suppose we might as well say goodbye to our friends and get ready
for the return to the West Branch and resume our duties on the
forest fire patrol,” remarked Garfield Boone to his chums as they
sat in the crude office of the lumber camp.
“Yes, this seems to be the best thing to do, but I almost dislike
the thought of going back. After all the excitement that we’ve had
lately, it will be dead slow on the hill. Nothing to do but walk the
patrol and take our turns in the Tin Can,” agreed Phil Durant.
The third member of the trio of friends, tried and true, merely
yawned and said nothing. This was Dick Wallace, rather a heavy chap.
Some people would have called him fat, but he always referred to
himself as merely plump.
“Come, say something, Dick. You’ve been sitting here for an hour and
the most you’ve said is yes or no, sometimes you didn’t even say
that. What’s the trouble?” inquired Garry.
“Gosh, can’t you fellows see that I’m just resting? You want me to
say something? All right. I wonder what we’ll have for dinner
today?”
His friends broke into hearty laughter. Dick’s appetite was a
standing joke with them, likewise his weight; for he always took the
easiest way of doing things when speed was not required. This does
not mean that the fat youth was a shirker or naturally lazy. When
occasion demanded it, he was all speed and as quick as a flash of
lightning. Like many heavy people, he could move with the utmost
celerity if need be, but his attitude was why hurry when you didn’t
have to. Time enough for that when something arose that demanded
action.
“I say, boys, there’s old Lawrence with a mail bag. You know he went
to town at daybreak to get the mail. Wonder if there’s anything for
us?” remarked Phil, as he spied the old lumberjack coming towards
them.
“Shouldn’t wonder if there was a letter from home for some of us,”
answered Garry, as he stuck his head out of the door and called to
the man to bring them what mail there was.
“Three for Garry, one apiece for the rest of you,” said Lawrence, as
he handed them the small bundle of envelopes.
The boys made a dive for the mail and soon each was busily engaged
in perusing the letter or letters sent him.
As they are reading their letters, let us get acquainted with the
heroes of this coming volume. Those of our readers who have read the
preceding four volumes in this series, “The Ranger Boys to the
Rescue,” “The Ranger Boys Find the Hermit,” “The Ranger Boys and the
Border Smugglers,” and “The Ranger Boys Outwit the Timber Thieves,”
are already acquainted with the trio and the stirring adventures
they have had. For the benefit of others, however, we will give a
slight history of what they have done.
The three boys, whose names we already know, have just finished
their junior year in high school, and while wondering what to do for
their last vacation together, are told by Garry’s father, a wealthy
timberland owner, that he will get them places in the Maine Forest
Ranger Service.
The duty of the men on this service is to patrol the forests
constantly on the lookout for forest fires, and if any are
discovered, to report them promptly, as well as trying to do what
they can to put out the blaze.
A short way up the river near their home the boys have a shack, and
one afternoon they go there to find it occupied by three tramps who
seize Phil and Garry. Dick makes his escape and brings help from
town.
It is discovered that the three are badly wanted for robbing
postoffices, and the chums receive a sizable reward for their
capture.
This money they use, or rather a part of it, to outfit themselves
for the forest. On the way to their work they make friends with one
Nate Webster, an old Maine guide who later does them many a good
turn. They also incur the enmity of a French Canadian halfbreed
named Jean LeBlanc, who finds out that one is the son of Mr. Boone,
a man he has hated for years.
While on their patrol they meet a party of New York campers, and are
instrumental in saving the little daughter of Mr. Graham, head of
the party. A day or two later LeBlanc captures the child and intends
to hold it for ransom.
A queer, unknown individual writes them constant notes informing
them of what is going on. This man they call the Hermit. Garry
finally rescues little Patty, and LeBlanc is captured only to break
out of jail later on.
The halfbreed continually crosses their trail, causing them all
kinds of trouble, and several times endangering their lives. He sets
fire to the forest, and almost causes the death of the boys and a
party of motion picture people who are taking a forest picture.
Having checkmated him, they set out to find the Hermit, following a
clue given them in a cipher note, and Dick succeeds in finding the
old man, who is evidently a gentleman, yet seems to be a trifle
unbalanced mentally.
So well do they succeed at their work in the forest, that when a
gang of fur smugglers start operations on the Canadian border, the
Chief Ranger recommends to the Customs authorities that they be sent
to help.
They are instrumental in aiding an old man who has been caught in a
disused bear trap in the woods, and meet his granddaughter Ruth.
They get evidence against the smugglers after some thrilling
escapes, and find that part of the contraband of the smugglers
includes some wonderful jewels. LeBlanc is mixed up in this, but
makes his escape across the border, where the American Customs
authorities cannot pursue him.
Coming into possession of a torn map, they work out its solution and
discover a rich mine of tourmalines, those gems that are famous in
the State of Maine, and are valuable both as jewels and as parts of
electrical apparatus.
As they plan to return to their work as Rangers, they are asked by
Mr. Boone to aid him in unraveling the mystery of the trouble at his
summer logging camp.
Again they find LeBlanc is mixed up in the theft of the timber, and
after a half a dozen narrow escapes from disaster, meet with
success. LeBlanc makes a mad dash for freedom and succeeds in
swimming to meet a motor boat containing some of his friends,
including his brother, Baptiste, who is just as great a villain as
Jean.
In several of their adventures they have put to good use a wireless
telephone outfit given them by Mr. Graham in gratitude for the
double rescue of his little daughter, Patty.
In the preceding volume Dick called for help when the timber thieves
had besieged the camp and captured the men loyal to Mr. Boone.
Through the machinations of Barrows, the camp manager, much of the
timber had been stolen, and enough harm done to seriously hinder
Boone from keeping his contracts to deliver a certain supply of
lumber at a set date.
Thanks to the boys’ work, however, the plot was nipped before it had
gotten too far, and so we meet them now in the camp office after
order has been restored, and the men are working doubly hard to aid
their employer.
Just one more thing must be explained, and that is the mystery that
entered Dick’s life when he was a mere child. His father, a friend
of Garry’s father, had been professor of botany at an Eastern
university. Dick’s mother died when he was a baby. One day Professor
Wallace fell from his horse and received an injury that made him
lose his memory. Before he could be operated upon he escaped from
the hospital, in delirium, and had not been heard of from that day.
Out of sincere friendship for his old schoolmate, Mr. Boone had
taken Dick into his home and, after formally adopting him, brought
him up as he did his own son, Garry.
Now to return to the boys, who are just finishing their letters.
“Who is all that mail for you from?” quizzed Phil, as he spied Garry
finishing his third letter.
“Well, you chaps were pining for more excitement, and dreading to go
back to the humdrum patrolling of the forest, and it looks as though
your desire for action was to be gratified,” answered Garry. “One of
these letters is from Mother. The other two are from Augusta; that
is, one is from the Chief Ranger and the other is enclosed in his
message. That one is from a young lady.”
“What young lady would write to you, anyway, and why should she send
it through the Ranger?” scoffed Phil.
“It’s from a young lady who lives on the Canadian border. Does that
tell you anything?” replied Garry.
“Aha,” shouted Dick, as light broke on him. “Phil, it’s a love
letter!”
“Nothing of the sort,” retorted Garry, though he flushed up a bit.
“It’s a plea for help.”
This made the others stop their good-natured chaffing of their
leader, for it was Garry who was the elected chief of the trio, and
they importuned him to hurry up and read the messages.
“First, then, is the one from Ruth, who says that she and her
grandfather have received several threatening letters, claiming that
all kinds of misfortune will follow them unless they leave their
home and get out of that section of the country. Along with her
letter is the one from the Chief Ranger, who says that in addition
to the threatening letters that have been sent, there are some
peculiar doings in the postal way at Hobart, and as we had such
success in helping the Customs man, he has recommended that we be
sent to Hobart to aid the postal inspector, who is on his way there
now. So that’s the story in a nutshell.”
Dick jumped to his feet, all his “resting” forgotten. He seized Phil
by the shoulders and did a regular war dance, dragging the
protesting Phil, who was of a quieter disposition, around the floor
of the office.
“Whe-e-e—, that means a trip back to the border, and all kinds of
things may happen there again. Let’s get going; we can pack in a few
minutes and get to town in time to catch a late train for Bangor.”
“All right; see how quick we can get packed up. Also, I wish one of
you boys would pack up for me; some of my stuff is scattered around
the shack; and be sure and pack the radio carefully. I had it out
overhauling it this morning. I want to arrange about leaving, and
see Art Howells, the new manager, and tell him to try and get some
trace of Sandy before we go.”
The mention of Sandy brought sadness to the boys. He was a big
Airedale that they all loved, and had been stolen or wandered away a
short time after they had reached the logging camp.
Away went the chums to pack, and Garry sought out Howells. The new
manager assured Garry that he would do his best to find some track
of the dog.
Howells also sent a man to get Mr. Boone, who was still at the camp
helping reorganize the men after the trouble of the preceding days.
When Garry returned to the office, he found his chums, awaiting him.
They had packed in a hurry, for Dick was still stuffing down the
contents of his knapsack as Garry entered the shack.
“We’ll be all set in a few minutes,” declared Dick. “Have you sent
for Dad Boone, Garry?”
“Yes, he’ll be here in a few minutes; he is only at the sawmill.
Sure you have everything packed? Haven’t you forgotten anything?”
asked Garry.
“Everything is as right as a trivet,” answered Phil. “Wonder if we
can get the old Ford that was brought here yesterday to ride into
town on; it will save us a long hike and will get us there quicker.”
“Guess we can have it all right; we’ll see as soon as Father comes,”
answered Garry.
At this moment Mr. Boone entered the office, and noticing the
excited air of the boys, and the packed knapsacks, asked in some
surprise if they were not in an awful hurry to get back to work.
It took only a few hasty words to acquaint him with the new
situation that had just arisen, and as Garry concluded the
explanation he asked for the use of the old auto to carry them to
town.
This request was readily granted by Mr. Boone, and he wished the
boys good luck on their venture.
“I had hoped that you would go back to the mountain for the rest of
the summer,” he said, “where there is some peace and quietness. It
seems that you have stepped into trouble at almost every turn, and
there is only one thing that I worry about. That is LeBlanc. He is a
most vindictive rascal, and I will not feel confident of your
security until you are off to school this fall or until he is safely
under lock and key in some prison, where he belongs. I hope you boys
have no wild times on this, yet I would be the last one to ask you
to shirk your duty; and since the Chief Ranger has such a high
regard for you, who are yet boys, to send you on such an errand, I
can only say I’m proud that you have done so well, and deserve all
the praise that can be accorded to you. Also, I wish that you would
postpone your departure for a few minutes, as I want to write a note
to Nate Webster for you to mail when you get to Bangor. It will go
quicker then, for the train that you will take this afternoon does
not carry mail.”
Naturally they agreed to this, and went outside while Mr. Boone
wrote his note. In some way it had been noised about the camp that
the boys were to leave, and soon several of the men had gathered in
front of the office. Mr. Boone finished his letter, and gave it to
Garry and they got into the flivver. The man called Tom, who had
taken them on the coon hunt some nights before, started several
times to speak, and then decided not to.
Just as they were about to start, Garry called to Art Howells to be
sure and keep an eye out for news of Sandy’s fate. There was a gulp
in his throat as he said this. His chums, too, were silent, for they
missed their faithful, four-footed friend sorely.
This evidently decided Tom, for he came to the flivver, and said to
Garry:
“If you can get me time off enough to go to town with you, I promise
you that you will have your dog a half an hour after we reach
there!”