"And what do you think of our Frances?" demanded Mrs. Bill Edwards, proudly. "There"s n.o.body in Boston"s Back Bay, even, who could do better than she?"
And Sue Latrop was--for the time being, at least--completely silenced.
CHAPTER x.x.x
A REUNION
There had been a delay on the railroad caused by a washout; therefore Jonas Lonergan and Mr. Decimus Tooley, the chaplain of the Bylittle Soldiers" Home, did not arrive at Jackleg in time for the night of the spectacle of the Pageant of the Panhandle.
But the party from the Bar-T Ranch, after the show was over and Frances and the Captain had both been congratulated, rode down to the station to meet the belated train to which was attached the special car Captain Rugley had engaged for the service of his old partner and the minister.
With the Bar-T party was Pratt, although he proposed going back to the Edwards ranch that night. He wanted to get away from the crowd of enthusiastic and excited young people who had accompanied Mr. and Mrs.
Bill Edwards into town to the show.
This train that was stopping to cast loose the special car at Jackleg was the last to stop at that station at night. Some few of the spectators of the pageant would board it for stations farther west; so there was a small group on the station platform.
The young folk, Pratt and Frances, sighted the headlight up the track.
They were walking up and down the platform, arm in arm and talking over the successful completion of the play, when they spied it.
"It"s coming, Daddy!" cried Frances, running into the station to warn the old Captain.
To tell the truth, he had been leaning back against the wall--in a hard and straight-backed chair, of course--taking a "cat-nap." But he awoke instantly and with all his senses alert.
"All right, Frances--all right, my girl," he said. "I"m with you.
Hurrah! My old partner will be as glad to see me as I am to see him."
But when the train rolled in there was some delay. The special car had to be shunted onto the siding before Captain Rugley could go aboard.
"Come on, Frances," urged her father, as eager as a boy. He ran across the tracks and Frances dutifully followed him. Pratt remained on the platform and looked rather wistfully after her. Their conversation had been broken off abruptly. He had not had an opportunity to say all that he wanted to say and he was to go back to Amarillo the next day.
He saw the Captain and his daughter climb the steps, helped by the negro porter. They disappeared within the lighted car. Pratt still lingered.
His pony was. .h.i.tched up the street a block or so. There really was nothing further for him to wait for.
Suddenly shadows appeared on a curtain of one section of the car. The shade flew up and the window was raised.
The young man from Amarillo stood right where the lamplight fell upon his features. He found himself staring into the face of a grey-visaged, sharp-eyed old man, who had a great shock of grey hair on the top of his head like a c.o.c.katoo"s tuft.
The stranger stared at Pratt earnestly, and then beckoned him with both hands, shouting:
"Hey, you boy! You there, with the plaid cap. Come here!"
Rather startled, and not a little amused, Pratt started slowly in the direction of the car.
"Hey! Lift your feet there," called out the old man. "You act like you had the hookworm. Git a move on!"
"What do you want?" demanded Pratt, coming under the window. He could see into the lighted car now, and he observed Frances and her father standing back of the stranger, the Captain broadly agrin.
The man reached down suddenly and grabbed Pratt by the lobe of his right ear--pinching it between thumb and finger.
"Say! what are you about?" demanded Pratt. But for a very good reason he did not seek to pull away.
"Let me look at you again," commanded the man who had taken this liberty. "Turn your face up this way--you hear me? My soul! I knew I couldn"t be mistaken. What did you say this boy"s name was, Dan?" he shot at the Captain over his shoulder.
"That"s Pratt Sanderson," chuckled Captain Rugley. "Something of a tenderfoot, but a good lad, Lon, a good lad."
"You bet he is!" declared Jonas P. Lonergan, vigorously. "I knew his name when you spoke it, and now I know his face. He"s the image of his mother--that"s what he is."
Then he turned to Pratt again and roared: "Do you know who I am, boy?"
"I fancy you are the--the old partner of Captain Rugley whom he has expected so long," Pratt said, puzzled but smiling. He had never chanced to hear the expected guest called by any other name than "Lon."
"I"m Jonas P. Lonergan!" exclaimed the old man. "_Now_ do you know me. I"m your mother"s half-brother. I knew you folks lived out this way somewhere, but I"ve not seen you since you were a little shaver.
"But I"ll never forget how my little half-sister used to look, and you are just like her when she was young," declared Mr. Lonergan. "Come in here, you young rascal, and let me get a closer look at you."
"My Uncle Jonas?" gasped Pratt, in amazement.
"That"s what I am!" declared Mr. Lonergan. "Your old uncle who never did much of anything for you--or the rest of the fam"ly--all his life. But he"s goin" to be able to do something now.
"Listen here: Captain Dan Rugley says the treasure chest old Senor Morales gave us so long ago is all right. It"s chock-full of jewels and gold and money---- Shucks! I"m as crazy as a child about it," laughed the old man.
"After bein" through what I have, and livin" poor so many years, it"s enough to scatter the brains of an old man like me to come into a fortune. Yes, sir! And what"s mine is yours, Pratt. They tell me you are a mighty good boy. Captain Dan speaks well of you----"
"And I ought to," growled the old ranchman from the background. "I owe something to him, too, for what he did for Frances."
"Heh?" exclaimed Lonergan. He turned short around and stared at the blushing Frances. "She"s a mighty fine girl, I reckon?"
"The best in the Panhandle," declared the old ranchman, nodding understandingly.
"And this boy of my sister"s is a pretty good fellow, Dan?" asked Lonergan.
"Mighty fine--mighty fine," admitted Captain Dan Rugley.
"I tell you what," whispered Jonas, in the Captain"s ear, "this dividin"
up the contents of that old treasure chest will only be temporary after all--just temporary, eh?"
"We"ll see--we"ll see, Lon," said Captain Dan, carefully. "They"re young yet, they"re over-young. But "twould certain sure be a romantic outcome of all our adventures together years ago, eh?"
"Right you are, Captain, right you are!" agreed Lonergan.
Frances and Pratt heard none of this. Pratt had entered the car and the two young people were talking to the Reverend Mr. Tooley, who was a demure little man in clerical black, who seemed quite happy over the reunion of the two old friends, Captain Dan Rugley and Jonas P.
Lonergan.
Lonergan was a lean old man who walked with a crutch. Although he had a very vigorous voice, he showed his age and his state of ill health when he began to move about.