This was strictly true, as the boys were not there to convict any of the natives, whatever their offenses might be, but to deal with the strangers who had abducted the prince from his home in Washington.
Ned was certain that no one belonging in that region had had a hand in the crime, although he suspected that some of them might innocently harbor the outlaws he was in quest of.
The old lady listened to Ned"s story and his explanation with a startled face.
"I"m sure," she said, "that no one belonging here was interested in the counterfeiting gang you boys came upon. I am sure, too, that no one will blame you for what you did. We are law-abiding people, but our mountains const.i.tute a secure refuge for some who are not worthy of protection."
Ned was more than pleased at the outcome of the matter, for he was sure the old lady would take pains to set the matter before her friends in the correct light. The conversation soon changed to other subjects. The child did not return, and directly Frank saw him walking along a distant hillside, hand-in-hand with Bradley.
"Mr. Bradley seems to stick close to Mike," he said, tentatively.
"Never lets him out of his sight," was the reply, and Mrs. Brady seemed to resent the face as stated. She evidently had little of the lad"s companionship.
When the boys reached the camp Jimmie had not returned, but their chums were gathered around a sheet of letter paper which had, no one knew how, been thrust into the tent. Jack"s face was deadly white as he handed it to Ned.
"We are up against a black hand game," he said. "Jimmie has been stolen!"
CHAPTER XIII
THREE DAYS TO MOVE IN
Ned took the paper into his hand and read:
"You boys are not wanted in the hills. We give you three days to get out. On the morning of the fourth day, if you are still here, we shall send you your friend"s right hand. On the fifth day you will receive his left hand. On the sixth day his right foot. On the seventh day his left foot. On the eighth day his head. If you obey this command he will be restored to you, in good health, at c.u.mberland."
"Is it a joke?" asked Frank, white to the lips.
"It must be!" cried Jack. "No one would mutilate Jimmie."
"It is a coa.r.s.e joke!" Teddy cut in.
"I"m afraid it is no joke, boys," Ned said. "I"m afraid we"ll have to go."
"But we"ll come back again!" shouted Oliver. "We"ll come back with a whole company of Boy Scouts! There are enough Boy Scouts in New York to tear these mountains up by the roots!"
"But I don"t understand how they got him," Teddy wailed. "He went away with you."
"He went into a hidden pa.s.sage to make a picturesque effect," Frank said, "and did not return. We thought it one of his jokes, and paid little attention to his absence. We might have rescued him if we had known."
"Of course he was seized in that pa.s.sage," Dode said. "Did you get the picture he was to be in?"
"Sure we did!" cried Frank. "I"ll see if he was there when the camera opened."
As he spoke the boy made a rush for his suitcase, took out his development tank, printing frame and other tools, and set to work on his film roll. He used two powders instead of one, and in ten minutes was ready for the printing.
In a few minutes more he was at work in the tent, with the boys gathered around him. The developer had worked perfectly, notwithstanding the haste, and the printing was well advanced in the soft light of the tent. Directly he had the picture taken in the cave under view--the snapshot of the wall showing the entrance to the secret pa.s.sage.
"Quick work!" Ned declared. "What does it show?"
They all gathered around the print, each trying to get the first glance at it.
"There"s Jimmie!" Teddy shouted. "He was looking out of the door when the picture was taken! I can almost see his freckles!"
"There he is, sure enough!" Frank cried. "The little monkey!"
Ned took the print and examined it carefully, while the others waited for him to express any discoveries he might make.
"Did you see anything back of Jimmie?" he asked of Frank.
"Just the dark wall," was the reply.
Ned pa.s.sed the print to him and left the tent.
"Yes," Frank said, with a threat in his voice, there"s a face looking over Jimmie"s shoulder. "Oh, I wish we had known!"
"Can you see the face plainly?" asked Teddy.
"Quite plainly," was the reply. "The door was open, as you see, and Jimmie stood with his hand on the edge of it, looking at the camera, his head in the room."
"Yes; that makes the picture good," Teddy observed.
"And there was a slant of light from the pa.s.sage, and the head of the outlaw shows in that. He"s an ugly looking brute!"
"Observe the alfalfa on his map!" exclaimed Teddy.
"That picture may send him to prison!" Frank cried. "I hope so!"
He put the tank, the printing frame, the print, and the other articles away in his suitcase and went out to where Ned was standing.
"Did you see the face behind the boy?" asked Frank--"get a good look at it?"
"Yes," was the reply. "It shows that this is not a joke! Did you notice the face closely?"
"I think so."
"What about the beard?"
"Quite a growth, I should say."
"Anything else odd about it?" persisted Ned.
"Not that I saw," was the wondering reply. "What about it?"
"It was a false beard! The man was disguised!"