CHAPTER IV.

IN WHICH PHIL ENDEAVORS TO REMEDY HIS FIRST MISHAP.

I went up to the centre of the town, where I had seen a church; but

it was closed, and all its windows were dark. I inquired for the

other churches, and visited the rest of them; but I could find no

prayer-meeting. Those whom I asked had not heard of any meetings.

By this time I concluded that I was an idiot to believe that the

prayer-meeting was anything but a ruse on the part of Mr. Leonidas

Lynchpinne, otherwise Lynch, which was probably his true name, and

which he had doubtless extended for my especial benefit.

I was disgusted, and heartily wished I had not left the steamer. I

made up my mind that it was not safe to trust any stranger, even if he

said he was in the habit of attending prayer-meetings; but I ought to

add that I have always found it safe to trust those who really attend

them, and really take an interest in them. I had been duped, deceived,

robbed. I wanted my money back, and I was quite as anxious to see Lynch

as I was Mr. Gracewood.

I walked up to the hotel, and looked at every body I saw in the public

rooms, hoping that my fellow-passenger had concluded to pay a dollar

for his lodging, instead of fifty cents at the gambling den, which I

thought he now could afford to do, with his funds replenished with the

contents of my shot-bag. He was not there, and I went over towards

the house where I had been robbed. I approached the locality very

cautiously, for I was not anxious to confront the burly Glynn.

I examined the building at a respectful distance, and tried to fix the

location of the attic chamber where Lynch had plundered me; but I had

twisted about so many times in the long entries that I was unable to

do so. Occasionally a man, or a party of men, went up the steps, and I

supposed them to be the lodgers in the house. I watched those who went

in and those who came out, in the hope that I might see Lynch. I did

not see him, and perhaps it was just as well for me that I did not,

for, as I felt then, I should certainly have "pitched into him."

I could not do anything to help myself. I was tempted to arm myself

with a club and go into the lodging-house in search of the rascal

who had robbed me; but this would have been very imprudent. It was

possible that Lynch was still in the house, and that he would occupy

the room in the attic. I could not help thinking that Redwood was his

confederate, and that my money would be shared between them. They

seemed to understand each other perfectly, and I recalled the remark of

my companion, incomprehensible to me when it was uttered, that I was

"a dove with the yellows." A dove is the emblem of innocence, and the

yellows I took to be a metaphor, based upon the color of the pieces in

my shot-bag.

It was clearly more prudent for me to wait till the next morning

before I attempted to do anything; and, having satisfied myself of the

correctness of my conclusion, I decided to wait, with what patience I

could, for the assistance of my friends the next day. The night was

advancing, and I had no place to sleep. I had not money enough left

to pay even for a cheap lodging; and it was rather cool to camp on the

ground without a blanket. But I had a berth on board of the steamer, if

I could find my way back to her. I was not so tired that I could not

walk four miles.

I started for the wood-yard, and, with less difficulty than I expected,

I found the road over the prairie. As I trudged along in the darkness,

I thought of all the events of the evening. It was a pity that the

world contained any such rascals as "Mr. Leonidas Lynchpinne;" but I

was confident that the next time I met one of his class I should be a

match for him, and would not even go to a prayer-meeting with him. It

was possible that this worthy had returned to the steamer, relying upon

Redwood to retain me till after the steamer had left the town; but I

did not depend much upon finding him in his state-room.

Reaching the wood-yard, I went on board of the steamer. Though it was

nearly midnight, the gamblers on board were still plying their infamous

vocation. I went to the table, and satisfied myself that Lynch was not

among them. I visited the state-room which Mr. Gracewood had occupied

with me since we left Council Bluffs, where the number of passengers

increased so that I could no longer have a room to myself. He was not

there; and there was no light in the room occupied by his wife and

daughter. I was not willing to believe they had left the boat till I

obtained this evidence.

The bar of the steamer was still open, for wherever the gamblers were

whiskey was in demand. I asked the bar-keeper where the captain was,

and learned that he had retired; but the clerk was still up, and I soon

found him, for I wished to ascertain where Lynch's room was.

"Well, Phil, you are up late," said the clerk, as I walked up to him;

and in the long trip I had become well acquainted with him.

"I have been down to Leavenworth," I replied.

"Why did you come back? We shall be there early in the morning."

"I had to come back. Do you take the names of all the passengers?"

"Yes; we have to put all the names on the berth list."

"Is there one by the name of Leonidas Lynchpinne?" I asked.

"Certainly not," he replied, laughing.

"Or any name like it?"

"I will look, if you wish."

"Do, if you please, and I will tell you why I ask."

We went to the office, and he examined his list.

"Lyndon Lynch--"

"That's the man," I interposed. "Lynch. Which is his room?"

"No. 24."

"I should like to know whether he is in it, or not," I added.

"He came on board at St. Joe," said the clerk, as we walked to No. 24.

Lynch was not there, and the other occupant of the room was playing

cards at the table. I sat down with the clerk, and related to him all

the events of the evening. Occasionally he smiled, and even laughed

when I spoke of going to a prayer-meeting. I felt cheap to think I had

been duped so easily, and was a subject for the merriment of the clerk.

"You will never see your money again, Phil," said he, when I had

concluded.

"Why not? Don't they have any law in these civilized regions."

"You can have all the law you want when you find your man. This Lynch

is probably one of these blacklegs. They are miserable scoundrels, who

float about everywhere."

"But the man who kept the lodging-house was in league with him."

"Very likely; but it don't appear from your story that he had anything

to do with the robbery. Your own evidence would acquit him."

I did not derive much comfort from the clerk's remarks, though I could

not help acknowledging the truth of what he said. However, the loss of

a hundred dollars would not ruin me, uncomfortable and inconvenient

as it was. I could draw upon Mr. Gracewood, who had fifteen hundred

dollars of my funds in his possession. But I intended to make an effort

the next day, while the boat lay at Leavenworth, to find Lynch, and

have him lynched, if possible.

"But why did you come back, Phil?" continued the clerk. "Mr. Gracewood

and his family went down in the boat."

"I couldn't find them, or the boat. I was almost sure they had not

started."

"They went."

"It's very strange I could not find the boat. I inquired of twenty

persons, and no one had seen or heard of it. Do you suppose anything

could have happened to them?"

"It is not probable, though of course it is possible. The current of

the river is very swift, and the shores are rocky. But they had two of

our deck hands with them, and I should say that any accident was next

to impossible."

I was of his opinion, though I could not help worrying about them. I

went to my room and retired. I was very weary; but, though disposed

to consider still further the events of the evening, I fell asleep in

spite of myself. When I awoke the next morning, the boat was lying at

the landing in Leavenworth. It was only a little after sunrise, but

the hands were busy loading and discharging freight. I hastily dressed

myself, wondering how I could have slept so long; but I had walked not

less than fifteen miles the preceding evening, and perhaps it was more

strange that I waked so early.

"Have you found the boat, captain?" I asked, with breathless interest,

as I hastened to the main deck, where I found the master of the

steamer.

"No, Phil; and I am a good deal worried about your friends," he replied.

"Why, where are they?"

"I have no idea; but I have been up and down the levee from one end of

the town to the other, and I can't find the boat. I don't understand

it."

"I could not find it last night. I asked twenty persons, but no one had

seen such a party as I described," I added.

"Do you know the name of the person they intended to visit?"

"I do not. I may have heard it, but I don't remember anything about it."

"The boat will not start before noon, and we may hear of them before

that time," said the captain.

"Did you look along the shore as you came down?" I asked.

"Not particularly; but if they had been on the shore the pilot would

have seen them. The clerk told me you lost your money last night,

Phil."

"Yes, sir;" and I repeated my story to him.

"We will take an officer and visit the house," added the captain.

"The sooner we go, the more likely we shall be to find Lynch," I

suggested.

"We will go at once, then."

Captain Davis and I landed, and walked up to the hotel. An officer was

procured, and I led the way to the lodging-house. We entered without

announcing our visit, and proceeded to the office, as Glynn had called

the room in front of the gambling den.

"So you have come back, youngster," said the burly assistant.

"Where is the man that calls himself Lynch?" demanded the officer.

"No such man here," replied Glynn. "Don't know him."

"I suppose not," said the officer, ironically. "What room did you take

with him, young man?" he added, turning to me.

"I don't know the number, but I can lead you to it."

"What's the matter?" asked Glynn, innocently.

"This young man was robbed in your house last night."

"Was he really, though?" added the assistant.

"You know that he was."

"He told me he was, but I didn't believe it. The youngster went to a

room with a man, and I heard some one breaking down doors. I caught

this youngster up there alone. But if he was robbed, that's another

thing," continued Glynn, who seemed to have a very proper and wholesome

respect for the officer. "I will go up to that room, and see if Lynch

is there."

"You needn't trouble yourself," said the prudent official. "I will go

myself."

"I'll go up and show you the way."

"Where is Redwood?"

"Not up yet. I will call him."

"No; I will call him myself when I want him."

Glynn led the way up to the attic, and I was tolerably confident, from

his manner, that we should find Lynch in the room. We found the door

locked, in spite of the damage I had done to it.

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