A Cousin's Conspiracy: or, A Boy's Struggle for an Inheritance

“Where did you say this happened?”

“At Lee’s Falls.”

“Is it near at hand?”

“It is fifteen miles away.”

“But why should that robbery create excitement here?”

“Because we have a bank here, and we are expecting a visit from the same parties.”

“Who are they?”

“They are supposed to be the Fox brothers, two of the most notorious criminals in the West. Numberless stories are told of their bold robberies, both from individuals and from banks.”

“How long have these fellows been preying upon the community?”

“We have heard of them hereabouts for three years. It is said they came from Missouri.”

“Is there no one brave enough or bold enough to interfere with them?”

“More than one has tried it, but no one has succeeded. Twice they were captured, but in each case they broke jail before it was time for the trial.”

“It seems to me you haven’t many men of spirit in Nebraska.”

“Perhaps you think you would be a match for them,” said the citizen in a sarcastic tone.

Luke Robbins smiled, and handled his revolver in a significant way.

“If you think you can kill or capture them, stranger, there’s a chance to make a good sum of money.”

“How is that?”

“A thousand dollars is offered for either of them, dead or alive.”

“A thousand dollars!” repeated Luke, his face glowing with excitement. “Is that straight?”

“It will be paid cheerfully. You can bet on that.”

“Who offers it?”

“The governor of the State.”

Luke Robbins became thoughtful and remained silent.

“Did you hear that, lad?” he asked, when he and Ernest were alone.

“Yes, Luke.”

“A thousand dollars would do us a great deal of good.”

“That is true, Luke, but it would be as much as your life is worth to hunt the rascals.”

“Don’t try to make a coward of me, Ernest.”

“I couldn’t do that, Luke. I only want you to be prudent.”

“Listen, lad. I want that thousand dollars and I’m going to make a try for it. Come along with me.”

“Where are you going?”

“To the bank. I’m going to have a talk with the officers and then I’ll decide what to do.”

CHAPTER VIII

LUKE JOINS THE FRIENDS

At the Emmonsville bank they were on their guard. The expectation of a visit from the Fox brothers caused anxiety and apprehension. The evil reputation of these men and their desperate character made them formidable.

When Luke Robbins entered the place he was regarded with suspicion. His hunting costume was not unlike that of a bandit. But the fact that he had a young companion tended to disarm suspicion. No one could suspect Ernest of complicity with outlaws, and the Fox brothers had never been known to carry a boy with them.

Luke was unused to banks. So far as he knew he had never entered one before. He looked around him in uncertainty, and finally approached the window of the receiving teller.

“Are you the boss of this institution?” he asked.

The teller smiled.

“No,” he said. “Perhaps you want to see the president?”

“I guess he’s the man.”

“If you will give me a hint of the nature of your business I will speak to him.”

“I hear you’re expectin’ a visit from the Fox brothers.”

“Have you anything to do with them?” asked the teller with some suspicion.

“I want to have something to do with them,” returned Luke.

“I don’t understand you.”

“Then I’ll tell you what I mean. I hear there’s a big reward out for their capture.”

“A thousand dollars.”

“I want that thousand dollars, and I want it bad.”

“I shall be very glad if you become entitled to it. Anyone who will rid the State of either of these notorious outlaws will richly deserve it.”

“That’s the business I came about. Now can I see the president, if that’s what you call him?”

“Wait a minute and I will find out.”

The teller went to an inner room and returned with a stout, gray-headed man of about fifty.

He looked curiously at Luke through the window. Then, as if reassured, he smiled.

“I understand you want to see me,” he said.

“Yes.”

“About the Fox brothers?”

“You’re right there, squire.”

“Go to the last door and I will admit you.”

Luke Robbins did as directed, and soon found himself in the office of the president of the bank.

“You are anxious to secure the reward offered for the capture of these outlaws, I believe.”

“That’s straight.”

“Why do you come to me, then?”

“Because a man told me you expected a visit from them.”

“That is not quite exact. I don’t expect a visit, but I am afraid they may take it into their heads to call here.”

“Suppose they do.”

A shade of anxiety appeared upon the face of the president.

“We should try to foil their plans,” he answered.

“Wouldn’t you like to have me on hand when they come?”

The president looked over Luke Robbins carefully. He was impressed by his bold, resolute air and muscular figure. Evidently he would be a dangerous man to meet.

“You are a strong, resolute fellow, I judge,” he said thoughtfully.

“Try me and see.”

“You would not be afraid to meet these villains single-handed?”

“I never saw the man yet I was afraid to meet.”

“So far, so good, but it is not so much strength that is needed as quickness. A weak man is more than a match for a strong one if he gets the drop on him.”

“That’s so, but I reckon it’ll take a right smart man to get the drop on me.”

“What have you to propose? I suppose you have formed some plan.”

“I would like to stay round the bank and be on the watch for these fellows.”

“Remain here and I will consult with the cashier.”

Five minutes later the president rejoined his visitor.

“I have no objection to securing your services,” he said, “if it can be done without exciting suspicion. In your present dress your mission would at once be guessed, and the outlaws would be on their guard. Have you any objection to changing your appearance?”

“Not a particle. All I want is to get a lick at them outlaws.”

“Then I think we shall have to make you a little less formidable. Have you any objections to becoming a Quaker?”

Luke Robbins laughed.

“What, one of those broad-brimmed fellows?” he said.

“Yes.”

“Will I look the part?”

“Dress will accomplish a good deal. I will tell you what put the idea into my head. We used to employ as janitor an old Quaker – a good, honest, reliable man. He was about your build. A year since he died, but we have hanging up in my office the suit he was accustomed to wear. Put it on, and it will make a complete change in your appearance. Your face will hardly correspond to your dress, but those who see the garb won’t look any further.”

“That’s all right, boss. I don’t care how you dress me up, but what will I do?”

“I think it will be well for you to keep near the bank, watching carefully all who approach. You never saw the Fox brothers, I presume?”

“I never had that pleasure.”

“Most people don’t regard it as a pleasure. I will give you some description of them which may help you to identify them. One is a tall man, very nearly as tall as yourself; the other is at least three inches shorter. Both have dark hair which they wear long. They have a swaggering walk and look their real characters.”

“I don’t think it’ll be hard to spot them. They generally ride on horseback, don’t they?”

“Generally, but not always. They rode into Lee’s Falls and up to the bank entrance on horseback. Perhaps for that reason they may appear in different guise here.”

“You haven’t any pictures of them, have you?”

The president laughed.

“No one was ever bold enough to invite them into a photographer’s to have their pictures taken,” he said.

“I see. Well, I think I shall know them.”

“Perhaps not. They often adopt disguises.”

“They won’t come as Quakers?”

“That is hardly likely. I can give you one help. However they may be dressed their eyes will betray them. They have flashing black ones, and sharp, aquiline noses.”

“I’ll know them,” said Luke confidently.

“I observe that you have a boy with you?”

“Yes.”

“Is he your son?”

“No; I wish he were. I’d be proud to have such a son as that.”

“Perhaps we can use him. The bank messenger – a young man – is sick, and he can take his place temporarily.”

“Is there any pay for such work?”

“Yes, but it is small. We will give him ten dollars a week. Of course he must be honest and trustworthy.”

“I’ll stake my life on that boy, boss,” said Luke warmly.

“His appearance is in his favor. Will you call him?”

Ernest was waiting in the doorway. He was anxious to learn the result of Luke’s interview with the president of the bank.

“The boss wants to see you,” announced Luke.

“All right. What luck are you meeting with, Luke?”

“Good. I’ve hired out to the bank as a Quaker detective.”

Ernest stared at his companion in astonishment. He thought it was a joke.

When he came into the presence of the president the latter said: “I understand from your friend here that you would like employment?”

“I should,” answered Ernest promptly.

“The post of bank messenger is temporarily vacant. Would you like it?”

“Yes, sir, if you think I can fill it.”

“You are rather young for the place, but I think you will fill it satisfactorily. We will instruct you in the duties.”

“Very well, sir; I accept it with thanks.”

“Of course it is necessary that you should be honest and reliable. But upon those points I have no doubts. Your face speaks for you.”

“Thank you, sir. When do you wish me to begin my duties?”

“To-morrow. I suppose you are not provided with a boarding place. You can get settled to-day and report at the bank to-morrow morning at nine.”

“Wait here a minute, Ernest,” said Luke. “I will join you at once.”

When Luke emerged from the president’s room he was attired in the Quaker costume of his predecessor. Ernest stared at him for a moment, then burst into a loud laugh.

“Why does thee laugh?” asked Luke mildly.

This sent Ernest into a second convulsion.

“Do I look like a man of peace?” asked Luke.

“Yes; will you live up to the character?”

“Until I see the Fox brothers.”

CHAPTER IX

AN ARMED ESCORT

Luke Robbins entered at once upon his duties as janitor of the Emmonsville bank.

He was provided with a broom, and in the morning swept the bank. Sometimes he washed the windows; at other times he sat on a bench in the rear of the bank, ready for any call upon his services.

Several days passed, and though Luke kept a sharp lookout for the Fox brothers he did not catch a glimpse of anyone who resembled them.

Then one morning Luke went to the bank as usual and put on his Quaker garb.

About eleven o’clock an elderly man appeared, and presented a check for five hundred dollars. The money was paid him, and then he lingered a moment, ill at ease.

“I don’t like to have so much money about me,” he said in a tone that betrayed anxiety.

“No doubt you will find plenty who would be willing to relieve you of it,” rejoined the paying teller, with a smile.

“That’s what I am afraid of. They do say that the Fox brothers have been seen not far away.”

“Is it absolutely necessary that you should have the money in your possession? You could leave it in the bank, or most of it.”

“I shall want to use some of it to-morrow, and I live ten miles away – in Claremont.”

“How are you going back?”

“I have a buggy outside.”

“The road to Claremont is rather lonely, I believe.”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you get some one to go with you?”

“I don’t know anyone I could get.”

“I can find you a companion, but he would want to be paid.”

“I’ll pay him if he’ll see me through all right.”

“I have the very man for you. Here, Luke!”

Luke Robbins heard the call and approached.

The farmer looked at him doubtfully.

“A Quaker?” he said in a disappointed tone.

“He is no more a Quaker than you are. He is a detective, and very anxious to meet either of the Fox brothers.”

The farmer brightened up.

“He’s the man I’m after, then.”

A bargain was struck between Luke and Ezekiel Mason whereby the farmer promised to pay him five dollars to accompany him home and remain overnight at the farmhouse until he had disposed of the money in the way he intended.

Luke was glad to accept the proposal. It promised variety and possibly adventure. The farmer climbed into the buggy and the Quaker detective, following, took a seat by his side.

After they had driven some time they reached a part of the road where for a clear mile in advance there was not a house or building of any kind to be seen.

“This is the place I was most afraid of,” said the farmer.

“Yes, it seems to be lonely. I wish one of the Fox brothers would happen along.”

“Why?” asked the farmer in a tone of alarm.

“Because I’d like to tackle him.”

“Why are you so anxious to tackle him? I cannot understand.”

“Then I’ll tell you, my honest friend. There is a reward of a thousand dollars offered for the capture of one of these famous outlaws, dead or alive.”

Ezekiel Mason shrugged his shoulders.

“I’d rather earn the money some other way!” he said.

“You are only a peaceful farmer, while I am a fighting Quaker,” responded Luke.

As he spoke he looked up the road, and his glance fell upon a short, compactly built man in a gray suit, who was walking toward them. He seemed a quiet, commonplace person, but there was something about him that attracted Luke’s attention.

“Do you know that man?” he asked abruptly.

“No,” answered Mason after a rapid glance.

“Are the Fox brothers tall men?” asked Luke.

“One only.”

“The other?”

“Is about the size of the man who is approaching.”

Luke did not reply, but examined still more critically the advancing pedestrian.

“If this should be one of the Foxes – ” he began.

“Do you think it is?” asked the farmer in a terrified tone.

“I can’t tell. If it proves to be, do exactly as I tell you.”

“Yes,” replied the farmer, now thoroughly alarmed.

By this time the newcomer was but twenty feet distant. Though his appearance and dress were commonplace, his eyes, as they could see, were dark and glittering.

He made a halt.

“Friends,” he said, “can you oblige me with the time?”

The farmer was about to produce his big old-fashioned silver watch when Luke nudged him sharply.

“Leave him to me,” he whispered in a tone audible only to the farmer.

“Thee has asked the wrong party,” he said. “We don’t carry watches.”

The pedestrian regarded him with contempt. Whoever he might be he looked upon a Quaker as a mild, inoffensive person, hardly deserving the name of man.

“I didn’t speak to you,” he said scornfully.

The pedestrian’s next move was a bold one.

“I am tired,” he said. “Give me a ride.”

“Will thee excuse us?” said the Quaker meekly.

“Oh, shut up!” cried the assumed pedestrian. “Quakers should be seen and not heard.”

Then to the farmer: “I am tired. Let me into your carriage.”

“There is no room,” said the farmer nervously.

“Then tell the Quaker to get out and I will take his place.”

Ezekiel Mason was by no means a brave man and he did not know what to say to this impudent proposal.

He looked appealingly at Luke.

“I will accommodate the gentleman,” said the latter meekly. With the words he rose from his seat and jumped to the ground.

“Shall I assist thee?” he asked the stranger in a mild voice.

“No; I am quite capable of getting into the carriage without help.”

The stranger did not immediately get into the buggy.

“I don’t care to ride, after all,” he said coolly. “Just hand me your money, you old clodhopper.”

The worst had come. The new arrival was evidently one of the Fox brothers, after all.

“Indeed I have no money,” said the terrified farmer.

This was true, for he had put the wallet containing the five hundred dollars into the hands of Luke.

“You lie! You have just come from the Emmonsville bank, where you drew a large amount.”

At this proof of knowledge on the part of the outlaw the farmer was almost paralyzed. It appeared to him that the robber must be supernaturally gifted.

“I haven’t got it now,” he said.

“You lie!” cried the outlaw sternly. “Come down here and give up the money or I’ll shoot you.”

“You can search me,” said Mason desperately.

Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.

Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».

Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.

Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.