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Authors: Franklin W. Dixon
Hunting for Hidden Gold (12 page)
“Yes, Joe. And this may prove his innocence.”
“How so?”
“Suppose it was Burke who beaned him with the flashlight, instead of the other way around. Dodge might have fought back, knocked Burke down, then scrammed out the window before Burke could come at him again. Dodge may have been dazed from the blowâ”
“I get it!” Joe interrupted excitedly. “So he staggered out here in the woods, maybe not even knowing where he was going, and passed out.”
Frank said he was puzzled. “Why should Dodge go riding off up the hillside, instead of back into town? And why take Daisy?”
Joe shook his head. “Maybe we have him figured all wrong. Could be he is part of the gang, and wanted to get up to their hideout.”
Frank and Joe checked again on the helicopter and found it still in the clearing. On their way back through Lucky Lode, the Hardys stopped off at the hotel. The worried manager informed them that he had had no word from the vanished armored-car-company owner.
“I've notified Sheriff Kenner and I just now finished calling Mr. Dodge's office in Helena,” the manager added.
Back at Ben's cabin, the boys found a hearty breakfast awaiting them. As they ate, Frank and Joe reported the theft of the two horses and discussed their theories with the men.
“An amazing turn of events,” Mr. Hardy said.
As soon as the meal was over, Hank and the boys went off to hire fresh mounts from the livery stable. They promised to pay the owner for the lost horse if it was not recovered. Hank started off for Bear Creek to meet the sheriff. Meanwhile, Frank and Joe rode to the general store.
“Mornin', boys,” Burke greeted them. Aside from his bruised cheek, he seemed to have suffered no ill effects from the fight.
Frank read off a short list of supplies. One item was a carton of canned beans. When Burke brought it, Frank said, “We'd better divide the cans between our saddlebags, Joe. Could you lend me a knife to open the carton, Mr. Burke?”
“Sure,” Burke took out a huge pocketknife and tossed it on the counter.
As the storekeeper went off to get the rest of the items, Frank opened the knife. About half the main blade was broken off!
The Hardys exchanged quick glances of triumph. The first part of Frank's plan had paid off. Unless the broken knife was an amazing coincidence, Burke must be the man the gang called “Slip Gun”! Now to see if he would take the bait they were about to offer!
As Frank had hoped, Burke was curious as to why the boys needed the supplies. “You fellas fixin' to take a trip somewhere?” he asked casually as he totaled the bill.
“Not too far,” Frank replied. “We'll be camping in a canyon up the mountain a ways.”
“And we'll be coming back rich!” Joe added boastfully.
Frank shot an angry look at his brother, as if Joe had spoken out of turn.
“Rich?” Burke looked at the boys questioningly.
“It was supposed to be a secret,” Frank grumbled, “butâwell, I guess we can trust you after what happened last night.”
“Sure! I won't tell nobody,” Burke purred. “Well, one reason we came out West was to look for some lost gold that an old miner named Mike Onslow told us about,” Frank began.
“He drew us a map,” put in Joe, “but it was stolen from us.”
“Then yesterday we were out in a box canyon where there's a certain rock formation that looks like a bear,” Frank went on. “We'd heard Big Al's gang planned to meet there. We didn't see the gang, but we did spot a clue to the whereabouts of the gold. And we have the location marked right here on a map we drew ourselves.”
Frank pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and tapped it significantly.
Burke stared in amazement. “No foolin'! You really know where to lay hands on the gold?”
The boys nodded gloatingly.
“But please don't say a word to anyone,” Joe cautioned. “We don't want to start a gold rush out to that canyon before we've had a chance to uncover the treasure.”
“Don't worry, boys! Mum's the word as far as I'm concerned.” Burke gave an oily smile.
After stowing the supplies in their saddlebags, Frank and Joe rode out of town. Beyond the ridge they reined up at a sheltered spot agreed upon beforehand with Hank. Here the boys waited until they were joined by Hank and Sheriff Kenner. Then all four set out together, retracing the route the Hardys had followed when returning to town from the canyon the evening before.
A brief search soon disclosed the opening in the hillside through which the gang had emerged from the canyon. The entrance widened into a high-arched rocky passage, big enough for riding two abreast. The passage ended directly below the bear-shaped rock.
Once inside, Frank, Joe, and their two companions paused to consider their next move.
Sheriff Kenner, a rugged-looking man with an iron-gray mustache, asked the boys, “What time do you figure the gang will showâassuming Burke took the bait?”
“He jumped at it!” Joe declared confidently.
“My hunch is,” Frank said, “they'll wait until after dark and try to take us by surprise.”
The group kept out of sight below the rocky overhang and Hank cooked lunch over a small fire. Meanwhile, the two boys searched for the broken knife blade. Joe soon found it.
“This sure looks as if it fits Burke's knife,” he said, handing over the blade to the sheriff.
By the time darkness fell, the group had arranged a convincing-looking camp with two stone-and-brush dummies covered with blankets to resemble sleepers. Then the four retired with their horses behind a cluster of huge boulders.
Time passed slowly. The campfire was renewed. Suddenly, above the soughing of the wind, the listeners' ears caught the faint clop of horses' hoofs. The riders were coming through the rocky passage. Frank, Joe, and their two companions swung quietly into their saddles. Sheriff Kenner whispered final orders.
Moments later, three horsemen entered the canyon. There was sufficient moonlight for the boys to make out Slim and Jake. The third man, they guessed, was Big Al. Evidently Burke was not taking part in the raid.
The three thugs paused inside the canyon. The dying campfire and the two blanketed dummies lay in plain view. Big Al hissed out an order. Slim and Jake charged forward, their horses breaking into a gallop. The gang leader followed at a more leisurely pace.
“All right, let's take 'em!” Sheriff Kenner snapped in a low voice. He and Hank spurred their horses from behind the boulders, while Frank and Joe waited, according to plan.
“Don't go for your guns! Just reach!” Sheriff Kenner yelled. At the same time, he fired a shot to show that he meant business.
Slim and Jake reined up sharply. Their hands shot skyward in panic as the bullet whistled over their heads. Frank and Joe spurred their horses into action and sped from behind the boulders. At that same instant Big Al wheeled his horse in a wild dash for the passageway. The boys and Hank followed, but suddenly Hank's horse stumbled and its rider went flying off. The Hardys stopped, and turned back to help him.
“I'llâbe all rightâboys. Nothinâbroken! Just âgot theâwind knocked out o' me,” he called out.
Reassured, Joe swung his mount in the direction of the escaping outlaw. “Big Al's getting away! Let's go after him!” he called to his brother.
Frank needed no urging. Together, they galloped after the ringleader. With Slim and Jake to deal with, the sheriff was powerless to join the chase. He shouted a warning to the two boys, advising them to wait, but his cry was drowned by the thundering hoofbeats.
The boys were already plunging through the tunnel in hot pursuit of the outlaw. In the darkness ahead they could hear the pounding hoofs of Big Al's mount and see an occasional glint of sparks as its steel shoes struck the rocks.
Presently a dim glow of moonlight showed the passageway coming to an end. For a time Big Al's figure was clearly silhouetted. Then it was lost to view as he emerged from the passage and headed to the right along the foot of the hillside. In moments Frank and Joe were out of the passageway and turning their own horses in the same direction.
“Big Al's heading toward the same notch he and his men aimed for yesterday!” Frank called.
For more than an hour the chase continuedâover rocks, through dangerous gullies, then along a river winding through a narrow canyon. Suddenly Frank and Joe lost sight of their quarry as the canyon curved sharply. When the boys rounded the bend, they reined up in astonishment.
Ahead, the canyon ended abruptly in a high frozen cataract. The outlaw had vanished!
CHAPTER XV
Underground Chase
FRANK and Joe looked at each other in sheer disbelief, mingled with uneasiness. Except for the panting of their horses, not a sound broke the wintry silence of the canyon.
“Could Big Al have rigged some kind of ambush?” Joe asked in a low, worried voice.
“I don't see how,” Frank murmured, scanning the terrain. “There's no place for him and his horse to hide.”
The cliff walls on either side were bare and precipitous. With the moon almost directly overhead, the snow-covered floor of the canyon was revealed with brilliant clarity. The narrow riverbanks were barren of brush. Aside from a few scattered rocks ânone big enough to afford coverânothing intervened between the boys and the frozen waterfall.
“Well, he must be here somewhere,” Joe said edgily. “His tracks will give us the answer.”
Frank agreed. The boys dismounted and moved forward cautiously, leading their horses. Moonlight wrapped the scene in eerie loneliness. The boys kept their eyes and ears alert. Gradually they became aware of another soundâthe muted roar of falling water, still flowing behind the glacier-like formation.
The sound became louder as they neared the cataract. The majestic ice curtain glittered in the moonlight. It was fringed with great, jagged blue-white spears that hung down like stalactites.
“I don't get it,” Joe muttered. “Al's tracks lead straight toward the waterfall!”
As they proceeded, Frank took out his flashlight, and switched it on. He gave a cry of surprise.
“Joe! He must have gone
under
the waterfall!”
under
the waterfall!”
At the base of the cliff was a dark open space yawning between the curve of the falls and the rock face! It was large enough to admit a horse and rider. The boys moved closer for a better look and Frank probed the darkness with his flashlight.
“Look! There's an opening in the cliff wall!” Joe exclaimed. “It must be a tunnel!”
“Or maybe just a blind cavern,” Frank said, switching off his flashlight. “Big Al could be waiting for us in there!”
After a whispered conference, Frank groped his way behind the cataract. When he reached the opening in the cliff he quickly snapped on his flashlight again for a more leisurely examination. Presently he came back and reported to Joe. “It's a tunnel, all right. No telling how far it goes âor where.”
“No sign of Big Al?” Joe questioned.
“Not in person, but there are wet tracks.”
The two horses balked a bit as the boys took their bridles and attempted to lead them into the dark space behind the icy falls. Joe's animal, which was in the lead, whinnied and reared when it felt the splattering spray, but it soon calmed under Joe's reassuring hand.
Inside the tunnel mouth the passage widened, giving the boys room to mount. Frank and Joe rode slowly forward, with Joe, in the lead, shining his flashlight.
After several hundred yards the passage widened and the boys were able to ride side by side.
“Must have been the bed of an old underground stream,” Frank guessed. “See how smooth the walls are worn.”
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