"There"s my a.s.sociate bringing in the burros and the provisions!" Katz shouted.
"And there"s our messenger!" whispered Tommy to Will.
CHAPTER III
THE CASE IS STATED
"It may be that your messenger has come in with my a.s.sociate," Katz bl.u.s.tered, as the little caravan came nearer to the camp, "but if I"m not very much mistaken, both men are here to a.s.sist me!"
"You must need a lot of a.s.sistance!" Tommy said, with a wrinkling of his freckled nose. "You look the part, too!"
"Now see here, young man," exclaimed Katz, angrily. "I don"t want any lip from you boys. I"ve been robbed in this camp, and as soon as my men come up I"m going to know whether my property is here or not!"
"If you try any funny business with us," Sandy cut in, "you"ll get your block knocked off!"
"We"ll see about that when my men come up!" retorted Katz, defiantly.
"I"m not going to submit to being held up by four boys who ought to be spanked and put to bed instead of being permitted to roam about the mountains robbing unwary travellers."
Tommy was about to make an angry reply, but Will motioned for him to remain silent. No more was said until the two men came up with their heavily-loaded burros. Katz was first to address the newcomers.
"Well, Cullen," he said, extending a hand to a short, heavily-built man with a dissipated-looking face, "I"m glad you came in on time. I am also glad that you brought a man in with you, and plenty of provisions," he added with a look of challenge at the boys.
"Why," replied Cullen, "I don"t know anything about this fellow with me.
He came out of Green River with his two burros just ahead of me, and so we decided to travel together. I should judge from what he said that he"s looking for the camp we have just blundered into."
Katz stepped back as if annoyed at the statement, and finally drew Cullen away to one side, where they engaged in a whispered conversation.
In the meantime, the messenger advanced toward Will and extended a sealed envelope. He was a well-built young fellow with a clean-shaven face which gave every indication of intelligence and determination.
"I guess you"re the boys I"m looking for," he said, with a smile, "I"m John Johnson, of Chicago, special messenger at this time for Mr.
Horton."
"We"re glad to see you," Will answered, shaking the young man"s hand heartily. "We have been waiting for instructions, and, besides," he continued, "this cheap skate that you found here is trying to make us trouble over something which took place in the camp last night."
"You think he"s a cheap skate, do you?" Johnson asked, with a significant smile. "Well, I don"t think anything about it. I know it.
That"s Joe Katz, one of the rankest plain-clothes policemen on the Chicago force! The fellow who came in with me is Ed. Cullen, another imitation detective. Now tell me what took place last night."
Will related the story of the arrival of the boy and of the claim made by Katz in the morning. He explained how the detective had threatened them all when the loss of his property was discovered. Also, how he had renewed his threats when he believed that he would have the backing of both newcomers. Johnson smiled at the recital.
"Now, about this boy," he said, without referring to the two detectives or the threats. "I wish you would describe him to me as accurately as possible. Tell me exactly how he looked and how he talked."
Will gave as complete a description of the boy as possible, and also repeated the account the lad had given of himself. Johnson threw back his head and laughed until the echoes came back from the mountains.
"Well, boys," he said, "you seem to have lighted in a hornet"s nest the first jump out of the box. And so the kid stole the detective"s badge and weapons and money, did he?" he went on, with another roar of laughter. "That"s about the best thing I"ve heard yet!"
"I don"t see anything funny about it!" replied Will.
"You will directly," replied Johnson. "Read your instructions, and then I"ll tell you all about this boy, and all about these two imitation detectives. Then you"ll see how funny this incident is."
Will opened the sealed envelope and held up a sheet of paper which was entirely blank, except for eight words and a signature written in the middle of the page. The words were:
"Introducing Mr. John Johnson. He"ll tell the story."
The signature was that of the famous criminal lawyer who had induced the boys to undertake the mission to the Great Divide.
"It won"t take very long for me to read the instructions," Will laughed, as the other boys gathered around him. "It seems to be up to you to tell us what we want to know!"
"Yes, that"s the idea!" replied Johnson. "Mr. Horton explained to me that he didn"t care to put what he had to say to you into writing. But perhaps we"d better get rid of these imitation fly-cops," he added, nodding his head toward the two Chicago detectives. "We don"t want them hanging around the camp while we are making our plans."
Katz and Cullen saw that they were being regarded with suspicion and at once came forward to where the boys stood.
"I"ve been talking the matter of the robbery over with Cullen," Katz said, with a smile intended to be conciliating, "and he says that he"s heard of this boy before, and that he"s a noted thief. And so," the detective continued, "I"m very glad to be able to apologize to you for anything I might have said at a time when I was excited over my loss. I am satisfied now that you boys are friendly to me, and I sincerely hope that we"ll often meet while we are in the hills."
Tommy was about to make some angry reply, as the insincerity of the man was plainly discernible, but Will gave him a nudge in the back which caused him to change his mind.
"And now," Cullen began, "that everything is satisfactorily explained, perhaps we"d better be on our way!"
"That"s a fact!" exclaimed Katz. "I"m very much obliged to the boys for their friendly shelter and their well-cooked meals, and I hope they"ll all come and partake of our hospitality as soon as we make permanent camp. We"ll take steps to let you know where we are," he added, as the two turned toward their burros and led off to the north.
Tommy could not give over the thought of landing an irritating observation as the men walked away by the side of their beasts.
"Remember," he cried, "that the two train robbers and the cowboy viligance committee went, in that direction last night! You fellows would better watch out, or you"ll get mixed up with hold-up men!"
Katz turned an angry face toward the boy, muttered something to his companion, and went on without speaking.
"Those fellows won"t dare to sleep a single night after that!" laughed Johnson. "They"re scared right now!"
"I don"t know anything about Cullen," Tommy answered with a grin, "but I know that the man Katz is a false alarm. You should have seen him take to his heels last night, when the train robbers rushed through the camp.
I"d like to know what he"s in here for, anyway!"
"That"s the very thing I"m here to explain!" replied Johnson. "The story," he continued, "begins with the death of Thomas T. Fremont, a Chicago banker, some weeks ago."
"I remember the case," Will interrupted. "The police declare that the man was murdered, while his relatives insist that he might have committed suicide."
"That"s exactly the point," Johnson went on. "The police are working on the theory that Fremont was murdered at his private room at the bank one hot night in July. The relatives declare that there was no reason whatever for him to have committed suicide, yet they insist that he must have done so. Now, understand me," Johnson continued, "the relatives are all interested in the defense of a disinherited son of the banker who is charged with the crime of murder. And so, you see, when the police ask them to point to some one fact substantiating the suicide theory they are unable to do so.
"The result of this peculiar situation is that the police insist that the relatives are advancing the suicide theory solely for the purpose of securing the acquittal of the son. To the average citizen, it would seem that the police are right. The son was always a thorn in the flesh of his father. He has squandered thousands of dollars in riotous living, and brought no end of disgrace on the family whose name he bears. And still the relatives insist that he is innocent, and are willing to spend a million in order to prevent his dying the death of a murderer. Mr.
Horton represents the relatives."
"I begin to see daylight!" Will exclaimed. "I guess this case isn"t such a little baby affair as we thought it might be!"
"Indeed it is no baby case!" exclaimed Johnson. "The family of the dead banker have a well-defined theory concerning the death of the old man which might help their case with the police if they would only present it to the chief. This, however, they refuse to do, declaring that the police would only take advantage of the confidence and use the information received to the prejudice of the prisoner."
"I don"t blame them for doubting the honesty of the police!" declared Tommy. "The detectives are certainly a b.u.m lot!"