He forced his way through the crowd that had formed a circle about the princ.i.p.al actors on the scene.
"Who is talking about shooting here?" he demanded. "Where is the man who carries concealed weapons?"
"Come away, Paul," whispered the girl, pulling at the man"s arm.
"All right," he muttered--"all right, but there are other days. Those young whelps had better keep out of my way."
"Disperse, here!" ordered the officer, commandingly, flourishing his stick. "Be lively about it, too."
The crowd began to disperse.
The big man turned away, and the girl took his arm. Bart Hodge took a step after them, but Frank caught hold of his arm, saying, sharply:
"Easy, old boy! Let her go."
"But----"
"Are you looking for further trouble right here?"
"No, but----"
"Then mind me."
"I suppose I"ll have to, as you always were the boss. But I know that girl, and she refused to recognize me."
"Well, what do you think you can do about it?"
"I was going to demand an explanation, and----"
"You would have received it--from the man who accompanies her."
Frank drew Bart away, but the latter still grumbled.
"If you understood it--if you knew, Frank. Why, I have chased across the continent to meet her, and then to have her cut me dead! It is terrible!"
Frank smiled.
"I should fancy it would seem a bit hard," he confessed. "But you may have made a mistake."
"Not much!"
"Still, it is possible you did, Bart--it is probable."
"Probable! Get out! I----"
"Wait a minute. It happens that I am slightly acquainted with the young lady."
"You? She never mentioned you to me."
"Still, I am slightly acquainted with her," smiled Frank, who knew well enough why she had never mentioned him. "I heard you call her Vida, and----"
"That is her name--Vida Melburn."
"It"s just as I thought--you have mistaken this girl for some one else.
The name of this young lady is Isa Isban."
"Impossible!"
"It is the truth. I traveled with her from Ogden, and she left me a moment before you observed her. Now, I know what I am talking about, and you are twisted, old boy."
Bart smote his hands together, his dark eyes glowing.
"I will not believe it yet; but, if it is true, there are two girls in the world who look exactly alike."
"Come away from here," said Frank. "Where can we obtain something to eat? We can talk it over----"
"Hold on, Frank. I believe those people are going to take the next train south, which leaves immediately."
"That is right. Miss Isban is on her way to Carson."
"Then I shall take that train."
Frank looked his friend over from head to foot.
"Say," he chuckled, "you are hard hit! I will confess that I was a bit stuck on the girl, but I did not have it this way."
"She is in trouble," a.s.serted Bart. "I mean to be on hand to help her, if she needs a.s.sistance."
"All right; we"ll take the next train south."
CHAPTER x.x.xVII.
BOY SHADOWERS.
And so they took the next train for Carson City.
Isa Isban and her companion of the dark mustache were on the same train, as they learned without difficulty.
The girl and the man were in the same car with the boys, but neither of them seemed to pay the least attention to the latter.
"Look here, Frank," said Bart, "tell me how you happened to get acquainted with her."
Frank did so, and Bart"s face clouded as he listened.
"I know you are great at catching on with the girls," Bart observed; "but I swear I did not believe Vida Melburn was the sort to take up with a chance acquaintance, under any circ.u.mstances."