Frank Merriwell's Alarm Part 51

Frank looked up at her, and one glance was enough to convince him of her sincerity.

"Poor girl!" he thought. "She has never been taught the difference between right and wrong. Even now, if she had a show, she might become something far better than she is."

She knelt on the opposite side of the unconscious man.

"Bring some water, Drew," she sharply commanded. "Bring something with which we can bandage his head."

"Why don't ye let him die?" whined the old man.

"It would be a bad thing for you if we did," she returned. "His deputy has puckacheed, and he won't do a thing but bring a posse here as soon as possible. It will be all the better for you if Bill Higgins is all right when the posse appears."

"I'm ruined anyway," declared Drew. "I'll have to git out. They will search, and they're bound to find everything if they do."

"We'll have everything out of here before morning, and then let them search. The first job is to fix Bill Higgins up."

Water was brought, and she bathed the head of the unconscious man, who groaned a little once or twice. Then Frank aided her in adjusting a bandage. Once their hands touched, and she drew away quickly, catching her breath, as if she had been stung.

Frank looked at her in wonder, and saw that she had flushed and then grown very pale. Her eyes met his, and then her lashes drooped, while the blush crept back into her cheeks.

What did it mean?

More than ever was this girl an enigma to him.

The boys lifted Higgins and placed him on an improvised couch in the corner, as Drew would not permit them to place him on the bed in the little back room.

By this time Hart Davis had become convinced that Isa Isban was not the girl he had married, although she looked so much like Vida that he was filled with wonder whenever he regarded her.

He asked her pardon for his actions of a short time before, but she gave him no heed, as she seemed fully intent on making the sheriff comfortable and restoring him to consciousness.

Hodge did not look at Davis, whom he hated with the utmost intensity, as he feared he would spring upon the man if he did so.

After a while, Higgins opened his eyes and stared around in a blank manner.

"Did we stop the mill, pards?" he huskily asked. "The whole herd was stampeded and goin' like a cyclone down the range, horns clanking, eyes glaring, nostrils smoking and hoofs beating thunder out of the ground."

"What is the man talking about?" asked Frank, in wonder.

"He was a cowboy once," Isa explained. "He seems to be thinking of that time."

"It was a wild ride through the night, wasn't it, pards?" Higgins went on, although he did not seem to be speaking to any one in particular.

"It was dark as ten million black cats, and the cold wind cut like a knife. But we stopped 'em--we stopped 'em at last."

Then he turned his face toward the wall and closed his eyes.

"I hope he isn't going to die," said Frank.

"So do I," muttered Browning, sincerely. "I don't want to have that to think about."

When morning came Bill Higgins seemed quite strong, but his head was filled with the wildest fancies. He talked of strange things, and it was evident that his mind wandered.

Higgins did not wish to eat anything, but Isa brought him bread and coffee, and he took it from her.

"Pretty girl," he muttered, with a gleam of reason. "Fine girl! Wonder how such a girl came to be out here on the ranch?"

In vain they waited for the appearance of the deputy and a posse. The expected did not happen.

Frank had a long talk with Bart.

"Old man," he said, "you must come with me--you must do it! I will not take no for an answer. If Bill Higgins comes around all right in his head to-morrow he will be after you again. You must make for San Francisco and lose no time in s.h.i.+pping for some foreign port. After this affair blows over, you can come back."

Frank was not satisfied till he saw Bill Higgins delivered into the hands of friends.

As for the deputy who took to flight, he met with a fatal accident while pa.s.sing through the forest. Either he was swept from the back of his horse by a limb or was thrown off. Be that as it may he was found with a broken neck.

And Higgins still wandered in his mind when Frank left him.

The boys made great speed on the road to San Francisco, which they reached in due time, and there, with the other mail that awaited him, Frank found a brief letter from Isa Isban.

"I wish to let you know what the physicians who have examined Bill Higgins have to say," she wrote. "They say he has lost his memory, and, although he may recover from the injury otherwise, it is doubtful if he will ever regain his memory. In that case, Hodge is safe anywhere, but it will be well for him to get out of California."

The news was gratifying to Hodge, and he lost no time in disappearing from view.

The arrival of the bicycle boys in San Francisco was the cause of two celebrations, one among themselves and another among their friends in the East.

The tour across the continent had been a success, and the papers were loud in their praise of plucky Frank Merriwell and his companions.

"And now we can take it easy," said Bruce, lazily.

"That's Bruce," laughed Diamond. "Always willing to take a rest."

"Dunno but wot we hab earned a rest," put in Toots.

"Doking snownuts--no, smoking doughnuts! what a lot of adventures we have had since we left New York!" came from Harry. "Any of us could write a book of travels without half trying."

"We'll take it easy for a while," said Frank. "But not for long. I've got an idea for more sport, while we are out here."

Long letters followed telegrams to the East and long letters were received in return.

"You've done the trick," wrote one fellow student. "When you get back to Yale, well--I reckon the town won't be big enough to hold you."

"Dear old Yale!" exclaimed Frank.

That night the boys sang college songs far into the wee small hours of the morning. They were more than happy, and all their past perils were forgotten.

THE END.