CHAPTER XXIV.
TED HOLDS A PROFITABLE BAG.
Tom signaled to Ted to step aside, and, telling Stella to keep the otherfellow covered with her revolver, Ted accompanied him.
"Thank yer fer turnin' me loose," said Tom. "I've been tryin' ter getaway fer months, but couldn't. Here's a tip: They're goin' ter rob therOverland Express t'-night right out yon at that little station yer cansee from ther top o' ther rise. Ther loot is ter be hid near BubblySpring until things blow over, but ther gang will come here. Thar's mytip. Good-by. I'm off."
The fellow disappeared up the bank of the stream.
Ted bound the other upon the back of his pony, which he found not farfrom the scene of his own downfall, and conveyed him to Green River,where he placed him in jail, with instructions that he should be allowedto communicate with no one.
Then he and Stella returned to the Billings ranch house.
"Say nothing whatever about our adventure," said Ted, as he and Stellarode along discussing the matter. "I think there will be something doingthere to-night."
When they got back to the ranch, Ted simply explained their absence bysaying that they had ridden farther than they had at first intended.
Ted was introduced to the other guests, who had arrived in his absence.There was Mr. Norcross, the banker, who looked a little sheepish whenTed shook hands with him and acted as if he had never seen him before.The man with the black mustache and the red necktie was Mr. DennisCorrigan, of Chicago, and neither he nor the boys appeared to have seenhim before. The young man with the pointed beard was Mr. van Belder, ofNew York.
Colonel Billings was full of hospitable notions, and made the afternoonpass delightfully.
"They tell me there is very good shooting in the neighborhood at times,"said Mr. Corrigan, as they all sat on the veranda in the afternoon.
"Excellent," said the colonel. "At this time of the year the snipeshooting is fine."
"What is the best time to shoot them?" asked Van Belder.
"I should say after dark," said the host, with an imperceptible wink atMr. Corrigan.
"I don't see how you can shoot snipe after dark," said Ted.
"You don't exactly shoot them," explained Mr. Corrigan. "It's this way,and a fine game, and often practiced in South Chicago: The party goesout, and one holds the bag while the rest go along and drive the birdsin, and the fellow who holds the bag catches them in it. It's lotseasier than shooting them, and you get more birds."
"By Jove, that's a new experience to me!" said Ted. "I'd like to tryit."
Mr. van Belder looked at him curiously, but drawled that he thought itvery fine sport. So it was agreed that that night they should go on asnipe-bagging expedition.
The party was to be made up of Ted, who was eager to hold the bag forthe snipe to run into; Mr. Corrigan, the colonel, Mr. van Belder, and afew others.
Most of the boys declined absolutely to go.
"Say, aire ye gittin' plumb dotty?" asked Bud, when he got Ted out ofhearing. "Tell me, is it possible thet yer eyeteeth aire so farsecreted up inter yer head thet yer don't know erbout baggin' snipe?"
But all the answer Bud got was a wink.
"Now, what hez ther hombre got up his sleeve, I wonder?" said Bud, as hewandered off.
Ted and Stella had an animated conversation a few minutes later out ofthe sight and hearing of the others. But Stella walked off, smiling. Sheknew.
It was just getting dark when the party left the ranch house.
Ted carried a large, empty sack over his shoulder. With the organizersof the party went Bud, Ben, Kit, Carl, and Clay.
The maddest person in the house that evening was Stella, because shecouldn't go, too. But as she said good-by to the party from the steps ofthe ranch house she smiled comprehensively at Ted.
A walk of a half mile brought the party to the edge of a small creek.
"Now," said Mr. Corrigan, "here's where you wait with the bag while wego up to the creek and chase them down. You may have to wait a littlewhile, and you must have patience."
"Don't worry about me," answered Ted; "I have plenty of that. I'll behere when the snipe come down, and if any of them get away, charge themto me."
After they had been gone some time Ted lit a match and looked at hiswatch. It was a quarter to nine.
The Overland Express was due in Green River at nine-twenty. The littlered station of Polifax would foe passed by ten minutes after she leftGreen River.
While he was in Green River that afternoon Ted had been very careful tofind the exact location of Bubbly Spring. He was more than two milesfrom it in his blind to wait for the snipe.
As soon as the crashing of the feet of the snipe drivers and the shoutsand laughter had died away, Ted left his hiding place and darted throughthe dark woods and swampy ground for Bubbly Spring.
Long before he got there he heard the long screech of the whistle of theOverland Express announcing its approach at Green River, and a fewminutes later its whistle that it was on its way. He had just reachedBubbly Spring and concealed himself in the bushes when the whistle gavea long shriek of danger.
The signal of the train robbers had been given at Polifax. The engineerhad seen the red light and had whistled to the trainmen that danger wasahead, and that he was going to stop.
In a few moments Ted heard a few pops, and knew that the train robberswere firing their revolvers alongside of the train to preventinterference.
What if the train robbers should fail?
The train started up again, and Ted knew by that that nobody had beenkilled, and it added to his anxiety as to the success of the robbery. Hewanted it to occur, for if he could secure the loot he could destroy thetrain robbers surely.
All he wanted now was tangible evidence. He lay back breathlessly in thebushes, waiting. Soon he heard the rapid hoofbeats of horses, then acrashing in the bushes.
These noises were approaching him rapidly. The crisis was at hand.
In a moment the moon burst through the clouds, illuminating the littlevalley through which the small stream from the spring flowed, and Tedcrept into closer cover. Then into the glade galloped ten men.
Between two of them was swung a small, square thing, which was droppedat the foot of a cottonwood tree not a dozen feet from where Ted wasconcealed.
A man leaped from the back of a horse. He had a spade in his hand, andas he advanced Ted drew in his breath sharply.
It was Corrigan, the Chicago millionaire. Behind him was Norcross, thebanker.
Ted looked vainly for Checkers. If he had been with the robbers at theholdup, he had not come here with them. Meanwhile, the dirt was flying,and a hole was being dug at the foot of the cotton wood.
After it was deep enough an iron box was dropped into it and coveredwith earth, and silently the men remounted and rode away.
Ted waited about fifteen minutes to be sure that none of them wouldreturn. Then he dug into the freshly laid earth and soon had exhumed theiron box. It was somewhat of a heavy load, but he packed it manfully,and in about half an hour carried it in his bag into the living room ofthe ranch house.
He was greeted with shouts of laughter from Corrigan and several of theothers. But Stella looked at him anxiously, and he gave her a reassuringglance.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Corrigan. "What do you think of snipe hunting now?"
"It was a good joke," said the colonel, "but I'm sure you will take itgood-naturedly."
"Yes," said Mr. Norcross, the banker. "It's quite a favorite amusementout here."
Only the New Yorker said nothing, but gave Ted a peculiar glance. Tedlooked around at the group with a foolish smile.
"It was a good joke, gentlemen," said he, "and I have never been sorebecause I have been handed one."
Another burst of satisfied laughter greeted this from the bigthree--Corrigan, Norcross, and the colonel. But Stella and the boyslooked glum that Ted was being made the butt of a joke.
Then Ted put his sack on the floor and opened it and lifted some
thingout and placed it on the table. It was the iron box he had dug from theearth at Bubbly Spring, with the fresh earth still sticking to it.
Corrigan's face turned white. Norcross had to lean against the corner ofthe table to keep from falling.
Ted easily opened the lock of the box, and threw it open.
"You left me to hold the bag, did you?" he asked of the astoundedconspirators. "Well, what do you think of these for snipe?"
The room was as quiet as a church.
"Gentlemen, you are all under arrest. Boys, get into your saddles. Weare going to ride to the rendezvous of the gang of robbers whichto-night robbed the Overland Express and stole the money I have here,"and he lifted out package after package of stolen currency.
Stella was laughing and waving her hat.
"I knowed yer had somethin' up yer sleeve when yer consented ter gosnipe huntin'! Yer ther limit," said Bud.
Only Mr. van Belder of all the conspirators was calm. He ripped a beardfrom his face, and there stood Darby O'Neill, the United States secretagent!
"Say, Ted, give me that counterfeit of the Green River National Bank. Itis all I need to take Norcross away for a long term. I've been workingon him for a long time, but you knocked the persimmon at last."
"You had me guessing," said Ted. "When I got that note that was slippedinto my pocket in St. Louis I ought to have guessed that it was you, butyou are so clever at disguise that you always fool me."
"But you've never fooled me yet," was the reply. "I've banked on youevery time, and every time you've come back with the goods."
"But who was the young lady who slipped me the note?"
"My sister, who is a very clever girl detective, as you may know someday."
After the boys had made secure the three men at the head of the trainrobbers' syndicate, they went to the cabin in which Ted had so nearlylost his life, and secured the rest of the robbers.
Next morning at daylight they found the body of Checkers lying besidethe fatal red car not far from the scene of the holdup. He had beenkilled by a stray shot fired by one of his own men.
Thus was the train robbers' syndicate wiped out through the acumen andcourage of Ted Strong, and the loyal backing of his comrades.
The broncho boys decided that more stock was needed at the Moon ValleyRanch, and the entire outfit set out for No Man's Land, in northernTexas.