For over two hours Nellie was left alone, a prey to the keenest mental torture it is possible to imagine. As the day was drawing to a close Vorlange appeared, a peculiar smile upon his face.
He had met the cavalrymen, and Jack Rasco had been captured as previously described.
"Well, we are going to move now," he said to Nellie, and threw down a rope that he might haul her up out of the hole.
"Where to?"
"You"ll learn that later."
As she did not wish to remain in that damp spot longer, she caught the rope and was drawn up. Then Vorlange took her outside and sat her down before him on his horse, first, however, tying her hands.
It was during the ride that followed that d.i.c.k heard her cry for help and started to her rescue, only to miss her and get lost in the brush.
A ride of half an hour brought the pair to the edge of a heavy timber.
Through this they picked their way, until a small clearing was gained, where was located a low log cabin, containing two rooms. The log cabin was not inhabited, and Vorlange pushed open the door without ceremony.
"You"ll stay here over night," he said, as he ushered Nellie into the smaller room. "You can see this has been used for a prison before, as all of the windows are nailed up. I don"t believe you"ll try to escape anyway, for, let me warn you, it won"t pay. Make yourself as comfortable as you can, and in the morning we"ll come to an understanding. We"ve got another prisoner besides yourself, and between the two of you I reckon we"ll find out before long just what the boomers are up to."
And with a dark look upon his face, Louis Vorlange stalked out of the apartment, locking the door after him, and thus leaving Nellie to her fate.
CHAPTER XX.
THE MOVING OF THE BOOMERS.
"p.a.w.nee Brown at last!"
The words came from one of the boomers, a fat but spry old chap named Dunbar.
"Yes, Dunbar," answered the great scout. "Were you getting anxious about me?"
"Well, just a trifle, p.a.w.nee."
"The camp must move at once. Send the word around immediately, Dunbar."
"Whar do we move to?"
"To Honnewell. As soon as all hands are at Honnewell I"ll send out further orders."
In less than half an hour the immense wagon train organized by the boomers located in Kansas was on the way.
At the front rode p.a.w.nee Brown, Clemmer and several others who were personal friends of the scout.
It was a grand sight, this moving. To this day some of the boomers say it was the grandest sight they ever beheld.
Every heart was full of hope. Past trials and hardships were forgotten.
The boomers were to enter the richest farming lands in the States and there start life anew.
The movement was made in silence and in almost utter darkness. Of course, it was impossible to hide the news from the citizens of Arkansas City, but the train was well on its way before the news had any chance of spreading.
At the time of which we write there were several trails to Honnewell from Arkansas City. The regular road was a fair one in good weather, but, after such a rain as had fallen, this trail was hub-deep with mud in more than one spot.
"Oi"ll not go thot trail," was Delaney"s comment. "Oi"ll take the upper road."
"Thot"s roight, Mike," put in Rosy, his wife. "It"s not meself as wants to stick fast in this black mud. Sure, and it"s worse nor the bogs of Erin!"
"Vot"s dot road you vos speakin" apout alretty?" put in Humpendinck, who had as heavy a wagon as anyone.
"It"s a better road nor this, Humpy," replied Mike Delaney. "Folly me an" we"ll rach Honnewell afore enny of "em, mark me wurrud."
Thus encouraged, Humpendinck followed Delaney on the upper trail, and, seeing the two go off, half a dozen followed.
It was more than half an hour after before p.a.w.nee Brown heard of their departure.
The great scout was much disturbed.
"It"s foolishness for them to start off on the upper trail," he declared. "I went over it but a few days ago, and at Brown"s Crossing the road is all torn up by a freshet. Besides that, we must keep together."
"Yer right thar, p.a.w.nee," answered Clemmer. "Delaney ought to know better. But yer can"t tell the Irish anything."
"Humpendinck went with him," put in Dunbar, who had brought the news.
"Both the Irishman and the German are smart enough in their way,"
answered p.a.w.nee Brown. "But they"ve made a mistake. Cal and Dunbar, you continue at the head, and I"ll ride across country and head Delaney and his crowd back through the Allen trail. I"ll probably rejoin you just this side of Honnewell."
With this command, p.a.w.nee Brown left the wagon train and plunged off through the darkness alone.
He had been over that district many times and thought he knew about every foot of the ground.
But for once the great scout was mistaken, and that mistake was destined to bring him into serious difficulty.
About half a mile had been covered, and he was just approaching a patch of small timber, when he noticed that Bonnie Bird began to show signs of shyness. She did not refuse to go forward, but evidently was proceeding against her will.
Quick to notice a change in the beautiful mare"s mood, p.a.w.nee Brown spoke to her. She pawed the ground and tossed her head.
"What is it, Bonnie? Danger ahead?"
Again the mare pawed the ground. Feeling certain something was wrong, p.a.w.nee Brown stood up in his stirrups and looked about him.
All was dark and silent upon every side. Overhead the faint stars shed but an uncertain light.
"It"s one too many for me, Bonnie," he mused. "Forward until the danger becomes clearer."
Thus commanded, the mare moved forward once more, but this time much slower. Once or twice her feet seemed to stick fast, but p.a.w.nee Brown did not notice this. At last she came to a dead halt and would not go another step.