Bruce did so, and Cholly hastened to pin the card onto the tree. It happened to be the ace1 of spades.
When the card was fastened to the tree, Archie retired2 a respectable distance and prepared to shoot.
“Right here,” said Frank, “is where he finds out it was not his rifle that caused his bad shooting.”
“And he is liable to want to change back after he finds it out,” grunted3 Browning.
“Well, I shall change with him if he does,” said Frank.
“What? You wouldn’t give up that rifle now you have it?”
“If he wants to do so, I shall change back without a word.”
“Well, you are queer!”
Archie lifted the rifle to his shoulder and aimed long and carefully. The weapon was seen to wobble in a way that was actually painful to witness.
“He couldn’t hit a house!” growled4 Bruce, in disgust.
Then the dude fired, and, accompanied by Cholly, he hastened forward to the tree.
A great shout went up from both city sportsmen.
“I knew it, deah boy!” cried Archie, in great delight. “Didn’t I tell you so?”
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“Is it possible he hit the tree?” muttered Browning, in surprise, as he and Frank went forward to see what had happened.
“Look there, gentlemen!” cried Archie, proudly pointing at the card. “That shows what I can do with a gun that will shoot, don’t yer ’now!”
“By Jawve! it’s wonderful!” exclaimed Cholly, in amazement5.
“Not at all, deah boy—not at all!” declared Archie, stiffening6 up. “I knew what I could do with a good wifle.”
“Of course,” agreed Cholly, doubtingly; “but it is—aw—ah—wemarkable what a differwunce there ith in the two wifles.”
“Well, may I be hanged!” grunted Bruce Browning, as he stared at the card, as if doubting the evidence of his eyes.
“He cut out the spot all right,” laughed Frank.
“I suppose such miracles do happen occasionally,” muttered the big Yale man; “but it seems hard to believe.”
“I’ll have to give my new rifle a trial now,” said Merry, as he took the cards from Bruce and ran them over till he came to the ace of clubs. “We’ll see if I can shoot with it.”
“But I hope, thir,” said Archie, quickly, “that you will not expect me to change back if you find you cawn’t hit anything with it?”
“Oh, no,” smiled Frank; “but I rather fancy it will shoot better than you thought, Mr. Elmer.”
“I gave it a verwy good twial,” said Archie, stiffly.
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“Verwy,” nodded Cholly.
The card was fastened to the tree, and then they retreated till the spot upon it scarcely showed.
There was a hurriedly whispered conversation between the city sportsmen as Frank took his position and prepared to shoot.
Merry secured a quick but careful aim and fired. Then, with Bruce, he walked forward to see the result of the shot.
The result proved entirely7 satisfactory, for Frank had cut out the spot on the card.
“That settles it,” said Frank. “I knew well enough that this rifle must shoot perfectly8 unless it had been damaged since leaving the factory, Mr. Elmer.”
There was no answer, and both Yale men turned to look for the city sportsmen, expecting to find them near at hand. What was their astonishment9 to see Archie and Cholly hastening away toward the village as fast as their legs would carry them.
“Why, they didn’t wait to see the result of the shot!” exclaimed Frank, not a little surprised.
“Huh!” grunted Browning. “It’s plain they thought you wouldn’t hit the card; that’s why they didn’t stay.”
Frank began to laugh again.
“And I’ll wager10 something they were afraid I would want to trade back, for all of what I said.”
“That’s it,” grinned Bruce. “That’s why they are running away.”
“Well, let them go. Perhaps Elmer would not have been so perfectly satisfied with his trade had he remained[102] to see me try this rifle. Of course, I did not want to beat the fellow, for he had a generous fit after my little encounter with Dugan, and he actually offered me the weapon as a gift.”
“Under the circumstances, you may be well satisfied with what you did, for you gave him a rifle he coveted11 and fifty dollars in money in exchange for what he had offered you as a present.”
“Still, he is such a tenderfoot that it almost seems like taking an advantage.”
Frank took a silver half-dollar from his pocket and flung it far into the air; as it turned, glittering in the sunshine, he fired at it, hit it, sent it flying far out into the stream.
“That is quite enough,” he decided12. “Now I know this rifle will shoot just as well as the other one. John Caribou13 will be well pleased with it.”
“It will be a fine present for the Indian.”
“But not more than he deserves.”
“No.”
“I read the fellow’s character aright when I first saw him. I have seen all sorts of Indians, and I will say that, as a rule, a redskin can’t be trusted. The Indians of the West are treacherous14, and still, occasionally, one is found who has all the high ideas of honor and justice entertained by the simple aborigines of early days. When such a one is found, you may trust him with your life. I studied Caribou, and I saw he had a good head, a kind face, and eyes that looked squarely and frankly15 into my own. Then, despite Diamond’s prejudice against the[103] fellow, I trusted him. I do not believe I could send him anything that would be valued more by him than this handsome rifle.”
“You are right in that, Merry. It is because you remember your friends and show them that you appreciate their friendship that you have so many of them all over the country.”
“I have observed,” said Frank, slowly, “that human beings are prone16 to forget friendly acts of others. They may feel grateful for a short time, but human nature is fickle17, and without meaning to be ungrateful, a man often fails, when he has the opportunity, to return good for good, much less good for evil. But come, let’s go back to the hotel. It’s getting late, and I don’t know what time we have supper. I’m rather anxious about Hans, too.”
“Oh, the Dutchman is all right. He’ll come round to-morrow. All the matter with him is that he tried to eat everything on the table at the hotel in Greenville.”
“He said he was trying to keep up with you,” smiled Merry.
As they entered the village they came upon Enos Dugan, who seemed to be waiting for them. Frank watched the man narrowly, not knowing what treachery he might attempt.
Dugan’s eyes lighted with an evil look as he saw the handsome rifle Merriwell was carrying; his face flushed, and he stepped toward the lads.
“So ye got it?” he growled, glaring at Frank. “All right! But I don’t fergit that you struck me.”
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That was all he said, and then he wheeled squarely about and walked away with a swinging stride.
“I’m glad we’re going to get out of this town to-morrow, if Hans gets able,” said Bruce. “I believe that man would kill you, Frank, if we remained here.”
“He might do so in a fit of passion,” nodded Merry; “but I hardly think he would do such a thing in cold blood.”
“I don’t know. He has a bad face.”
On reaching the hotel, they went directly to the room occupied by Hans. The doctor, although he had visited the Dutch boy once before that day, was present.
He was a young man, lately settled in Brownville, and he was letting slip no opportunity to get as many dollars as possible out of strangers whom he never expected to see after they left the place.
“You will be all right to-morrow, Mr. Dunnerwust,” he was saying. “My medicine is bringing you round.”
“Vale,” grunted Hans, “I peen dot much a hurry in to got vell, toctor, dot I vould took your medicines if I knewed it vould kill me.”
At this the doctor laughed heartily18, and Frank, coming in, paid him for his call. The doctor was something of a sportsman, and he expressed great admiration19 for the rifle, which Merry stood in a corner of the room.
“I think it is the handsomest weapon I ever saw,” he said.
“Yaw,” said Hans, “id peen der handsomest vepons I nefer sawed, und I never sawed dot. Shust holdt it ub so id can seen me, Vrankie.”
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So Merriwell held the rifle up for the Dutch boy’s inspection20, telling him how he came to get it and what he intended to do with it.
“That is very generous of you,” said the physician. “Caribou is a good guide. I was up in the woods last fall, and he was one of the guides for our party. He went out with me one day, and got me two fine deer that I should not have seen at all. Both times he gave me the chance to shoot, and I was fortunate enough to get my game. He can do some good work with that old large bore rifle of his, but he will be delighted to get a new one like this.”
The doctor told some stories of his adventures in the woods, and soon the supper bell rang.
“I’ll leave the rifle here in the room with you, Hans,” said Frank, as he went out, following the others.
“All righdt, Vrankie; id vill vatch me, so I vill peen safe. Don’d let me vorry apout dot.”
But when Frank Merriwell returned from supper he found Hans fast asleep, and the rifle——
Was gone!
Frank looked all round the room for it, thinking it possible Hans had arisen and looked at the weapon while they were down to supper, leaving it in some other place when he had finished inspecting it.
It was not to be found.
“What’s the matter, Merry?” grunted Browning, who had lazily followed Frank to the room, Diamond and Hodge having gone out for a stroll.
“Matter!” cried Frank. “Matter enough! My new rifle has vanished. It is gone!”
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“Gone?” echoed Bruce, in a dazed way. “How can that be?”
“Some person must have taken it!”
Then Frank shook Hans, awakening21 him.
“Have you touched my rifle since I left it in that corner?” he asked, as the Dutch lad stared up at him stupidly.
“Vot?” mumbled22 Hans. “Haf der rifle touched me? Vale, I guess nod! Der ped haf peen righd here in me all der dime23, so der rifle couldn’t touch me uf I tried. Vot vos der madder?”
“It is gone! Somebody has taken it away!”
“How could it haf daken somepody avay?” exclaimed the Dutch boy, sitting upright. “I has peen here vatching myselluf dot rifle mit all der dime!”
“Little watching you have done!” exclaimed Bruce. “You were fast asleep. Some person slipped in here and took the rifle while you were sleeping.”
“You don’d pelief me!” gasped24 Hans. “I don’d see how dot rifle could took anypody right from der room oudt dot vay.”
Merriwell lost no time in hastening down to the office and telling the landlord what had happened. Browning thought it barely possible that Archie Elmer might have repented25 of his trade and sought to recover his rifle, but this turned out untrue. And a thorough search of the hotel failed to bring about the discovery of the rifle.
“It has been stolen, Merriwell,” said Browning, grimly, “and you must suspect who took it.”
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“I do!” came grimly from Merriwell’s lips. “We will search for Enos Dugan.”
Nowhere in Brownville could Dugan be found. Rifle and man had vanished together.
“But I will have that rifle back, even though I have to chase him into Canada!” vowed26 Merriwell.
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