A SUSPECTED PLOT.
The store at which the electric stage paused was a small, dingy place,
used as a grocery, a post-office, a saloon, and, in fact, half a dozen
different kinds of business.
Its owner was a typical Missourian, in raw hide boots, his pants tucked
in the legs, a flannel shirt upon his ample body, a felt hat on his long
hair, and one of his bewhiskered cheeks distended with a huge quid of
tobacco.
When he had eyed the electric machine, and commented upon it at some
length, he finally said:
"Yas, neighbur, I reckon thar wuz sich erchap hyar ez you wuz quizzin me
erbout. It's ergoin' on two hour ergo as he stuck his nose into this ere
place, an' ast me all erbout ther runnin' er that stage-coach from hyer
ter Independence."
"Asked you about the stage-coach, eh!" said Jack, his attention
particularly attracted by this remark. "What did you tell the gentleman
about it?"
"Why, I jist guv him ther time table all erlong its route, an', ses I,
thar's ter be one erlong ter-night erbout ten er-clock from ther
south'ard, which'll stop hyar ter water ther nags. It ginerally kerries
from five ter ten people, yer see, an' I allers hev ter laugh when I
hears how skeered they gits while er-crossin' ther ledge down yander on
thet ere spur er ther hills."
"Dangerous place?"
"Wall, I reckon it be. Hev a chaw er terbacker?"
"No, I thank you. What time does the stage leave the next town?"
"Nine o'clock--it's jist one hour difference."
"Did the gentleman inquire particularly about this stage?"
"Certain. It's ther only one wot's due fer two days."
"Did he say anything about the ledge?"
"Sure he did, an' axed me werry pertickler all about it. I was
erwondsrin' wot he was erquizzin' me about so much, but reckon it wuz
only his pesky curiosity."
"Very likely," said Jack, in grim tones. "Then he rode off?"
"Yes, an' or mighty likely nag it wuz, too, which he called Jim."
"That's Jim Malone," thought Jack.
The information he received plainly showed him that Frank James intended
to rob the people of the Independence stage at the mountain ledge.
In order to do this he would very likely summon some of the gang and be
at the pass at nine o'clock that night.
The storekeeper had no idea of this.
Indeed, as he did not know who Frank James was, not a suspicion of the
truth of the matter was likely to enter his mind, for the bandit led him
to suppose he was anxious to travel to the northern main line on that
vehicle.
"In which direction did that man go?" asked Jack, in conclusion.
"Ter ther west'ard. But why d'yer want all or this infermation?"
"Simply became he is one of the James Boys."
"Holy--jumpin'--jingo!" gasped the man.
"He intends to rob that stage!"
"Oh, thunder! wot er big fool I wuz ter post him!"
"We will block his game. You keep mum."
"Yes kin jist bet I will!"
Jack returned aboard the Terror, and told his friends all he had
learned, and a consultation was held.
It was then seven o'clock.
They had but little time to waste,
"Our plan to save the people in that stage coach from robbery is a very
simple one," said Jack. "We must run ahead and intercept them."
"Supposin' them 'ere lundsharks is on ther road now? They will sight us
again along ther trail," said Tim.
"We can make a detour," replied Jack. "The only place they are apt to
use to waylay the coach will be along the ledge mentioned by the
storekeeper."
"Fer sure." assented Fritz, "Ach, I vish me dot ve vos fighdin' dem now!
Let her gone, Shack!"
The inventor started the Terror off.
It had begun to rain.
There was every indication of a wet night.
Jack had informed himself about the roads.
Both he and Tim put on their rubber clothing and occupied the front
seat, where they managed the wheel.
A detour was made, and several miles further along they struck into the
high road again.
"If the stage-coach in any manner resembles the Terror," said the young
inventor, as they ran along, "I think I know of a way in which we can
substitute this vehicle for it and fool the bandits, should they waylay
her."
"Decoy 'em, eh?"
"Yes. We can easily disguise this coach."
"By hitchin' ther stage horses onter it, yer kin do it."
"I'll make the venture anyway, if I can meet the stage."
"When I wuz aboard o' ther frigate Wabash, we once played that ere trick
on a pirate," said Tim. "Yer see, it happened---"
But Fritz heard him.
And produced his accordeon.
Its horrible tones rang out.
Tim stopped and was just going to expostulate, when Jack put an end to
the playing by saying:
"Stop that, Fritz!"
"But dot yarn---"
"The road agents may hear it."
That settled it; the music ceased.
It made Tim chuckle, and he said:
"Gosh blame yer fat mug, I'll spin ther yarn anyway now! As I wuz
a-tellin' yer, we wuz arter a pirate, an' as a passin' ship captain told
us he seen ther lubber a-hidin' in a bay, we made up our minds ter
disguise ther frigate so's ter haul up inter gun range o' ther lubber.
So we sot ter work, an' paintin' her white, we altered her rig, an' bore
down on ther bay. In we went, but ther pirate had gone. Whar? Nobody
knowed. We was disappinted. Whar wuz we ter look next? No one knowed. So
we sailed away. Night fell. We hadn't gone far afore we sighted her ten
leagues away ter ther---"
"Say! You can't see thirty miles at night."
"I meant to say three leagues---"
"Nor three leagues---"
"One league then, gosh blame it!"
"That's better."
"Waal, we sighted her b'arin' down on us."
"And then?" asked Jack, smilingly.
Why, we let her git right up ter us, thinkin' she had a easy wictim.
Then we turned on her to fire, an' blow her ter pieces. Wot wuz our
horror ter find as our powder got so wet we couldn't use it. Bein' as
ther guns wuz useless, wot did we do? Perpared ter board ther lubber. Up
ter her we dashed. Over flew ther grapplin' irons.
"On her deck swarmed her crew. Down in her hold they chased ther
pirates. But that wuz only a ruse on thar part. As soon's our crew went
below, up came ther lubbers through ther hatch, an' fastened our marines
down in ther hold. They wuz prisoners. I alone wuz lef aboard ther
Wabash. Seein' 'em makin' a rush fer our deck I grabbed a ax an' cut
ther grapplin's. We drifted apart afore they could board ther frigate.
Seein' as all wuz lost onless I licked ther swabs, I manned ther guns
an' gave 'em broadside ar ter broadside. I smashed thar ship ter pieces.
She went down never ter rise again. Most o' her crew wuz killed. Them
wot wuzn't swum on ther sea. Then I amused myself firin' shots at thar
heads. I took 'em off as clean as a whistle every time I let 'em have
it. In jest four minutes by ther clock they was all gone. Turnin' ter my
messmates---"
"Confined in the pirate's hold, they all went to the bottom with the
ship," said Jack, quietly.
"I--oh--ouch!"
"The powder was so wet you couldn't use it. But in spite of this you did
some remarkably good shooting, didn't you, Tim?"
"Wha'--wha--what d'yer mean?" feebly stammered the old sailor.
"Just what you said," laughed Jack.
"I must a fergot about sayin' that."
"Very likely. Will you acknowledge now that I've got you?"
"Ay, ay. There's no help for it."
"In a big lie?"
"But, my lad---"
"Tell the truth once in your life!"
"Waal, I owns up," groaned Tim.
It was a severe hardship to do it.
But there was no help for him, he realized.
Jack burst into a hearty peal of laughter.
The sheriff and the Dutchman, inside the stage, had heard all that
passed, and they fairly yelled over Tim's discomfiture.
"Nipped that time, Tim," laughed Timberlake.
"Shiminey Christmas, ditn'd he got it by der neck!" grinned Fritz.
"Tell as the rest of the yarn, Tim."
"Yah. Ve vos litsten," added Fritz.
"Awast yer lubbers!" growled the old fellow, sourly.
They might have chaffed him considerably more, but just then Jack
interrupted them with the startled exclamation:
"Hark, boys!"
"Vos iss?" eagerly asked Fritz.
"Horses' hoofs coming!"
"Ay, ay, I hears 'em!" said Tim.
"There's a wagon, too," the sheriff added.
The sound was rapidly approaching along the road.
All listened intently, and soon distinguished the steady pounding of
hoofs and the rumble of wheels.
A few moments later they caught view of two bright lamps on the vehicle,
shining ahead, with a steady glow, through the falling rain drops.
"That looks like a stage," muttered Jack, "but we will know positively
in a moment more."