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Authors: Carolyn G. Keene
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“If that’s how it’s done, maybe he and Sanders can nab ’em. Shorty took early watch, so he’s probably sacked out in the bunkhouse.
“I’m set to guard the stable area,” Tex went on, “but I figured I’d sure be less conspicuous on foot. A while ago I heard a noise from here and came in to check. It was nothin’—just Daisy thumpin’ around. She’s restless tonight.”
“Who’s watching the palominos?” Nancy asked.
“Bud.”
“He wasn’t a few minutes ago.”
“Oh—oh!” said Tex. “Something’s wrong there! He’d never leave his post. Come on!”
The two hastened outside. As they turned toward the meadow, from the far end, came a high weird whistle.
The signal for the phantom horse!
Tex stopped short, then raced toward the house, shouting the alarm. Moments later, the clanging of the iron triangle outside the kitchen filled the night.
Nancy, meanwhile, had sprinted into the stable and led out her horse. As she sprang into the saddle, she could see the mysterious glowing steed galloping from the trees into the meadow. It hardly seemed to touch the ground and it wavered in the wind.
“I’m going to catch it!” Nancy vowed, and spurred her horse to racing speed.
Straight ahead lay the meadow gate, but it was closed. Taking a deep breath, Nancy gathered her mount and cleared it.
As before, the phantom was heading straight across the meadow. Nancy rode hard to cut the animal off. She intended to seize the phantom’s bridle should it have one on.
In a moment the apparition turned and raced down the meadow, straight toward the palominos. Shrilly whinnying, it plunged into their midst. Some palominos shied and reared, others ran wild.
Nancy’s horse, trying to overtake the fleeing phantom, pounded through the scattered group. Suddenly one of the frightened palominos thundered across her path. Frantically Nancy tried to pull her own mount aside.
Too late! The two horses collided. Nancy flew from the saddle and hit the ground so hard she blacked out!
CHAPTER XIII
Missing Artist
WHEN Nancy regained consciousness, Dave was bending over her. “Are you okay?” he asked anxiously, helping her to sit up. “Any bones broken?”
“No,” said Nancy. “I guess I’m just bruised. Have I been lying here long?”
“Only a few minutes,” Dave replied. “I saw you smack into that palomino and go sailing off. You really reached for the moon!”
Dave lifted Nancy to her feet and steadied her for a moment. As she thanked him, she could hear horses whinnying and men shouting.
“That phantom sure spooked the palominos,” Dave said. “Did you get a good look at it?”
Nancy shook her head regretfully. “I didn’t get close enough to see how it was rigged.”
A horseman reined up beside them. It was Walt Sanders. “Fences have been cut!” the ranch foreman barked. “We’ve got to round up those palominos. Could take all night or longer if they run into the hills.”
He spurred off and Dave turned to Nancy. “Can you make it to the house by yourself?”
“Don’t worry about me,” she assured him. “I’m fine.”
Dave looked around in the darkness, but there was no sign of Nancy’s horse. “I reckon he bolted,” he said.
His own mount, a seasoned work animal, stood nearby, unaffected by the panic in the meadow. Dave stepped into his saddle. “Keep clear of those running horses,” he warned, then rode off after the foreman.
By the time Nancy had walked the length of the meadow to the ranch house, she no longer felt shaken from her fall. In the living room were the other three girls and Aunt Bet. On the table, lighted, was the oil lamp which had belonged to the Humbers. As Nancy walked in, Bess cried, “Did you catch the phantom?”
“Sorry. No.”
“Was there any damage this time?” Mrs. Rawley asked.
Nancy reported the bad news about the cut fences and the palominos.
Aunt Bet’s voice was strained as she said, “If we lose those horses, it will be a crushing blow for us. I appreciate all you’ve done, Nancy. Bess and George told me how you found the letter.”
“It was so clever of you to deduce what Frances Humber did,” Alice said admiringly.
“But you didn’t finish reading it,” George reminded Nancy.
Nancy took the letter from her pocket, smoothed out the paper, and held it dose to the oil lamp.
George said, “You left off where he said he had melted down some gold into special pieces.”
“Yes, here’s the place,” said Nancy. She read the next sentence. “ ‘My treasure is hidden in the oldest dwelling on the ranch.’ ”
“That’s this house,” Aunt Bet exclaimed. “We were told that Sheriff Humber built it first.”
“Read on,” Bess urged. “Exactly where is the treasure?”
Nancy shook her head. “He doesn’t say. Listen! ‘I fear that I am followed and even this note may fall into my enemies’ hands. Therefore, I will say only that you know the place I mean.’ ”
George groaned. “We’ll have to search the whole house. We’d better get started.”
“There’s likely to be a space under a loose floorboard,” said Nancy, “or a niche in a chimney flue, or perhaps a false wall in a closet.”
She suggested that each of them take a section of the house to investigate.
Nancy herself went to the big fireplace in the living room. She thought that one of the stones in it might conceal a hiding place.
With the aid of her flashlight the young sleuth tried to peer between the rocks, but they were set close together and no space was visible. She pushed hard on each one, but none budged.
When she finished, Nancy turned her attention to the Indian grindstone. Because it was set in the middle, she thought there might be something special about it and tried hard to move the stone, but it was as tightly in place as all the others.
By the time Nancy had finished checking the living room, the rest of the searchers had straggled back. They reported no success.
Baffled, Nancy suggested that they go to bed. She felt sore and weary. “Maybe I’ll be able to think more clearly after I get some sleep.” She gave Valentine’s letter to Aunt Bet for safekeeping.
At breakfast Uncle Ed was gray-faced and grim. None of the men had been to bed the night before.
“Six palominos are missing and two are wire-cut,” the rancher reported.
Tex snorted, “The meadow fence was wrecked! Some no-good varmint cut it in at least thirty places. We’ve been workin’ on repairs all night. Dave is still out there finishin’.”
Uncle Ed announced that he was driving into Tumbleweed to inform the sheriff of what had happened. “Maybe he can spare me a man or I could get some volunteers to help me round up the horses. We’ll have to go up in the mountain and look for them. I’ll also have the telephone company send a man to fix the wire.”
“What about water?” Mrs. Thurmond asked.
The rancher replied that the pump and the lights, too, would be working in a couple of hours. “The generator was damaged,” he said, “but not seriously.”
“The big mischief was the attack on the horses,” Nancy remarked. “Whoever planned that wanted to be sure things would be dark and confused and you could not get help in a hurry.”
The rancher quickly finished eating and was rising to go when Dave came in. The cowboy asked if he could see the Rawleys alone for a few minutes, and added, “You come, too, Nancy.”
Uncle Ed led the way into the living room and closed the door. “Now what is it?” he asked.
Swiftly Dave told the couple about his search for the bandit’s fortune. “If I do find the treasure,” he added earnestly, “I certainly intend to turn over a share to you both.”
Mr. Rawley smiled. “Thank you, Dave. But we wouldn’t hear of it. I wish you luck.”
Aunt Bet now told the men about Nancy’s discovery of Valentine’s letter.
Nancy pointed out that surely the treasure was linked to the trouble on the ranch. “Until it’s found, I’m afraid the phantom horse will continue to appear.”
Uncle Ed agreed. “You’re a remarkable sleuth, young lady. Keep up the good work!”
Dave said that with Nancy on the case he thought they had a good chance to find the treasure. “But I won’t be able to do much today. We have those palominos to look for.”
Nancy admitted that she did not know exactly where to search next for the hidden treasure.
Aunt Bet patted her shoulder. “You need a holiday from all this trouble. Why don’t you girls drive into Phoenix for some fun?”
“That’s a wonderful idea!” Nancy said.
As she had thought, her friends were delighted at the prospect. Nancy hurried to get the ranch wagon. When she pulled up in front of the patio, George was waiting with two Thermos bottles and a jug of water.
As she put them into the back of the ranch wagon, Dave came hurrying past. He grinned. “I’m glad to see that you tenderfoot gals have turned into water-conscious Westerners.”
Alice and Bess were approaching the car and heard him. When he was out of earshot, Alice said, “As for you, Nancy, he’s really flipped!”
“And what’ll poor Ned do?” George teased.
Nancy grinned. “We’ll be home by the time he gets back from Europe.”
“Just wait until the square dance tomorrow night,” said Bess. “I’ll bet Dave’s a marvelous dancer.”
“I wish,” said Alice, “that there was somebody to take me.”
There was a gleam in Bess’s eye as she said, “Don’t give up hope, Alice. You might meet somebody at the rodeo or barbecue.”
George looked at her cousin quizzically and Nancy smiled. Both knew Bess loved playing the role of matchmaker!
“What have you got up your sleeve?” George demanded.
“Just my arm,” replied Bess, but she grinned.
Nancy spoke up. “Let’s do some shopping in Phoenix. I’d like to find something special to wear tomorrow.”
“I know,” exclaimed Bess. “Let’s all buy Indian costumes!”
When they reached the city, George directed Nancy to a shop which sold a variety of Indian apparel and souvenirs. The sight of the colorful squaw dresses drove all thoughts of the ranch trouble from the girls’ minds. Happily they tried them on and helped one another make selections. Alice was delighted and pirouetted in front of the long mirror to watch the wide skirts swing out.
Finally Nancy chose a turquoise-blue model with silver rickrack trimming. George’s choice was a bold red which set off her short dark hair, and Bess selected one with a yellow skirt and black bodice. Alice picked out a pumpkin-colored costume trimmed in black.
With their purchases in boxes the girls strolled down the street to a Spanish restaurant. Here they ate a delicious lunch of
tacos
and spicy chili. For dessert they had iced fresh fruit.
tacos
and spicy chili. For dessert they had iced fresh fruit.
Bess sighed. “Umm, that was super.”
Afterward, they walked to a wide street beside a park where an outdoor painting exhibition was being held. The group stopped now and then to admire and compliment the artists who sat beside their work.
As the other girls lingered over a painting, Nancy wandered ahead, then stopped before a lone picture. After a casual glance she suddenly realized that it was a pastel drawing of the old hotel in the ghost town on Shadow Mountain. Quickly she called her friends.
“That’s the same hotel, all right,” George declared. “The one where we hitched our horses and found that crushed crayon.”
Alice was pale. “My father did that pastell I know it!”
The artist’s chair beside the picture was vacant.
“I must find him!” Alice cried out.
CHAPTER XIV
The Nettle Trick
NEAR the empty artist’s chair a man sat sketching. Nancy walked toward him. “Pardon me, but do you know where the person is who drew that pastel?”
The man looked up from his work and pointed with his pencil. “There’s the one.”
Nancy turned and saw a stout woman in a blue dress coming toward them. “Want to buy that pastel girls? It’s the last one. The rest sold like hot cakes.”
Alice’s face showed keen disappointment. “This isn’t your work.”
The woman chuckled and sat down heavily. “That’s right, dearie. I can’t even draw a cow. I’m a dealer. I buy from the artists and sell their work.”
“Where is the man who did this picture?” Nancy pressed.
“That I don’t know. He told me he was a stranger—just visiting Phoenix. Seemed kind of close-mouthed—didn’ t say where he came from and where he was staying.”
Alice asked, “Was he a slender gray-haired man?”
“Yes. Said his name was Bursey. Do you know him?”
“We think so,” Nancy replied.
Alice looked longingly at the picture. “How much is it?” she asked the woman. When Alice heard the price, her face clouded. “I haven’t enough money to buy it.”
Exchanging quick glances, the other girls reached an agreement. “That’s all right, Alice,” said Nancy. “We’ll make up the difference.”
When the picture was paid for, Alice took it gratefully. She thanked the girls as they walked away from the dealer, then added, “Oh, Nancy, you’ve been so wonderful to me!”
Alice’s eyes were misty with emotion. “I feel that we must be getting closer to my father.” She thought that he might have returned to the mountain cabin and begged Nancy to go back there with her.
“I wish I could,” said Nancy, “but it would be too late to make the trip today after we reach the ranch. Tell you what, though. I’ll take you in the morning.”
George had another idea. “There’s just a chance our Uncle Ross Regor might be around this exhibition someplace. He might have come to see how his pictures are selling.”
The others agreed that George had a point. And for a while the four girls strolled through the park, keeping their eyes open for the slender gray-haired man. They did not see him.
Near midafternoon Nancy treated everyone to cool sodas from a passing vendor and they sat on a bench to drink them. Bess glanced at her watch and suggested they start for home. George drove.
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