"How about it, Will?" And the sheriff turned with a smile to the amateur surgeon.
"No sham there, sir. He really thought he had broken the bones, but it proves to be a sprain that will keep him from walking alone for weeks. I was just making a suggestion when you came."
"And what might that be, my boy?" queried the sheriff kindly.
"If he could be carried to our big canoe, we would engage to paddle him across the lake to our camp. There I would be able to take charge of him until such time as you thought best to--er--leave us," stammered Will.
At that the sheriff grinned and the wounded man laughed outright.
"Don"t hesitate to say it, my boy," said the latter, "because I know, of course, that the officer is here for one purpose, and that is to take me back to the prison I escaped from with a particular purpose in view.
Isn"t that so, sheriff?"
"Sorry to say it is," replied Mr. Dodd, shaking his head.
"But he"s mistaken when he thinks that they are going to add to my four years because of this break of mine. I tell you that rather will I have this State on its knees, apologizing to me as best it can for having kept me shut up all this time without cause!" exclaimed the man, raising himself on his elbow, and speaking with a pa.s.sion that thrilled the boys.
Again Mr. Dodd surveyed his prisoner with renewed interest.
"That sounds like you had found something, Thaddeus," he remarked, a bit eagerly, for the strange case had interested him much more than it did the stubborn head warden of the penitentiary.
"Well, I have!" replied the convict, with a ring of triumph in his voice.
"The booty?" demanded the officer.
"Yes; but, best of all, the gla.s.s negative that Fletcher somehow refused to destroy, even though it would incriminate him, if ever seen!"
"Hurrah!" exclaimed Will, in great excitement, for this point of the matter appealed to him as nothing else could.
The sheriff showed his good heart by bending down and grasping the hand of the prostrate convict.
"I congratulate you, Thaddeus. I liked your nerve in breaking away to prove the claim you made. So the old thief didn"t fool you, after all?
Well, it goes to his credit as one decent thing he did in his life, perhaps the only one, at that. Now, I think the lad"s suggestion a good one. We must get you out of here, and the sooner the better. Bill, bear a hand with me," he said, with a business-like air.
"Hold on, just a minute, Mr. Sheriff! Of course, you understand that I"ve got all that plunder secreted away. When I can get back here again I"ll lead the officers to where it lies, and I don"t believe he ever touched a single thing of the lot, for he was caught soon afterward on another old charge and sent up, to end his days behind the bars. But I must hold on to that plate, for if all goes well, it means liberty and life to me, thank G.o.d!"
He spoke a few words to Andy, who hurried off to a corner of the cavern. Bending down, he took a package from a crevice, handling it very carefully. It was wrapped in an old newspaper, and outside of that a flannel shirt had been tied. That photographic, fragile bit of gla.s.s was worth more to poor Thaddeus Lasher than all the wealth of the Indies.
"Now do with me what you please, Mr. Sheriff," said the man grimly.
They handled him as carefully as possible, though in spite of their solicitude he groaned several times as he was being carried down the slope to where the three canoes were drawn up on the pebbly strand.
Making as good a cushion as possible in the bottom of the large canoe, the boys a.s.sisted in laying the wounded man there. He heaved a sigh of relief when this was finally accomplished.
"It"s mighty Christian-like of you young chaps to help a wretched fugitive from justice in this way; but make up your minds, boys, you"re only a.s.sisting an unfortunate fellow to right himself in the eyes of the world," he said, with a grateful look toward Frank and his chums.
"How about that ghost racket, sir?" asked Bluff, unable to restrain his curiosity longer.
"That answered its purpose for some time while I was hunting; but it seems as though it must have outlived its usefulness. In fact, I wouldn"t be surprised if it was the main cause of this invasion of my private territory," said Lasher humorously, evidently glad of a chance to have his mind diverted from his suffering.
"Well, it was really the cause of our coming up here. Only for the ghost of Oak Ridge we might have selected another place for camping. Some time I"d like to know how you did it, though Frank said that shiny appearance could be caused by using phosphorus," persisted Bluff.
"Which was just what I did," acknowledged the other, as the canoe was shoved off, with Frank in the stern and Jerry seated in the bow, paddles in hand, ready to make the pa.s.sage of Lake Surprise.
Mr. Dodd was stowed away in the canoe with Will, while Bluff ferried Bill across with the greatest ease. So in good time they landed on the other sh.o.r.e. Here, Adolphus and Jed awaited them, with wonder on their faces. When the colored man heard that the boys were bringing the dreadful "ghost" to camp his knees shook with fear; and all the time Thaddeus Lasher remained in that place the negro refused to go near him, such was his superst.i.tion.
They soon made the wounded man fairly comfortable.
"To-morrow," said the sheriff, later on, "if so be you can let us have your team, we will take Thaddeus to town, and send the wagon back by one of my men."
"It"s a bargain, Mr. Dodd. That will give us one more night, then, of your society, which pleases my chums and myself. Watch Will! I can suspect what he"s hanging around the wounded man for," remarked Frank.
"That negative draws him," suggested the other, laughing.
"That"s what it is. Just at present he"s photography mad, as you might say. He tries to snap us off in the most astonishing situations. I believe that if I happened to be hanging by my toes, from a limb fifty feet from the ground, and in danger of having my brains dashed out, Will would shriek out to me to "Please, _please_, can"t you just wait a few seconds til I get you focussed!""
The sheriff laughed heartily.
"There! He"s speaking to Thaddeus now. The man looks interested and anxious. He hardly knows whether to allow his precious plate to pa.s.s out of his hands, even for a few minutes," he remarked presently.
"But he has decided to take the risk. There! He hands the package to my chum. Note that look of rapture on Will"s face, please! Nothing could delight Will more than a chance to undertake that little printing job.
Now he has gone into the tent, and I suppose that before long we"ll know what"s what," said Frank.
"It"ll be an anxious ten minutes to poor Thaddeus," remarked the sheriff.
Presently Will came out with a printing frame, which he stuck where the bright sun could fall full upon it.
"He"s going to just try a solo print at first," remarked Frank. "It will do to prove the thing, one way or the other. Later on he can print all the permanent copies the man wants."
Twice did Andy approach Will with a message from his father, but the young photographer only shook his head. Finally he s.n.a.t.c.hed up the frame, took a look, by unfastening one end, and then eagerly removed the paper.
The wounded man, who was lying near the fire, drew himself up on his elbow, and the look on his face was full of eagerness.
"What luck?" asked Frank, hurrying over.
"The best ever! The print is as clear as a bell, and I"ll get a fine picture when I go at it properly. See there!"
Will held out the paper, upon which the sun had printed a positive reproduction of the interior of a room, with a man crouching before a safe. His head was turned as though he had been looking straight at the concealed camera, so that his face stood out clear and distinct!
It was a smooth-shaven, repulsive face, but utterly unlike that of Thaddeus Lasher!
CHAPTER XXV
CONCLUSION