Marlowe Amy Bell - Frances of the Ranges: or, The Old Ranchman's Treasure стр 8.

Like most men who for years have slept in the open, Captain Rugley did not remove all his clothing when he went to bed. He usually lay between blankets on the outside of his bed, with his boots and trousers ready to jump into at a moments notice. Of some of the practices of his life on the plains, with the dome of heaven for a roof-tree, he could not be broken.

She fumbled for the chair, and found it empty. She reached for the belt and holster which he usually hung on a hook at the head of the bed. They, too, were gone, and Frances felt relieved.

She did not withdraw from the room through either of the long windows. Instead, she crept through her fathers office and out of the door of that room into the great, main hall.

Along this a little way was the door of the room to which Pratt Sanderson had been assigned, and that of the treasure room as well.

Frances scarcely gave Pratt a thought. She presumed him far in the land of dreams. She did not take into consideration the fact that about now the scratches of the mountain lion would become painful, and Pratt correspondingly restless. Frances was mainly troubled by her fathers absence from his room. Had he, too, seen the mysterious shadow in the court? Was he on the watch for a possible marauder?

By feeling rather than eyesight she knew the door to the treasure room was closed. Was her father there?

She doubled her fist and raised it to knock upon the panel. Then she hesitated. The slightest sound would ring through the silent house like an alarm of fire.

Inclining her ear to the door, she listened. But the oak planking was thick and there was no crevice, now the portal was closed, through which any slight sound could penetrate. She could not have even distinguished the heavy breathing of a sleeping man behind the door.

Uncertain, wondering, yet quite mistress of herself again, Frances went on along the corridor. Here was an open door before her into the court. Had that shadow she had seen come this way? she wondered.

The hiss of a voice, almost in her ear, did startle her:

My goodness! is it you, Miss Frances?

A clammy hand clutched her wrist. She knew that Pratt Sanderson must have been horribly wrought up and nervous, for he was trembling.

What is the matter? Why are you out of your bed, Pratt? she asked, quite calmly.

I couldnt sleep. Fever in those scratches, I spose, said the young man. I got up and went outside to get a drink at the fountainand to bathe my face and wrists. Isnt it hot?

You are feverish, whispered Frances, cautiously. Have you seen daddy?

The Captain? returned Pratt, wonderingly. Oh, no. He isnt up, is he?

Hes not in his room

And youre not in yours, said Pratt, with a nervous laugh. We all seem to be out of our beds at the hour when graveyards yawn, eh?

Frances had a reassuring laugh ready.

I think you would better go to bed again, Pratt, she said. Youyou saw nothing in the court?

No. But I thought I heard a big bird overhead when I was splashing the water about out there. Imagination, of course, he added. There are no big night-flying birds out here on the plains?

Not that I know of, returned she.

I made some noise. I didnt know what it was I scared up. Seemed to be on the roof of the house.

Frances thought of the mysterious man and his rope ladder. But she did not mention them to Pratt.

Put some more of fathers salve on those scratches, she advised. Its an Indian salve and very healing. He was taught by an old Indian medicine man to make it.

All right. Good-night, Miss Frances, said Pratt, and withdrew into his room, from which he had appeared so suddenly to accost her.

Pratts mention of the bird on the roof disturbed Frances a good deal. She turned to run back upstairs and learn if the ladder was still hanging from the eaves. But as she started to do so she realized that the door of the treasure room had been silently opened.

Frances!

Oh, Dad!

What are you running about the house for at this time o night? he demanded.

She laughed rather hysterically. Why are you out of your bed, sirwith your rheumatism? she retorted.

Good reason. Thought I heard something, growled the Captain.

Good reason. Thought I saw something, mocked Frances, seizing his arm.

She stepped inside the room with him. He flashed an electric torch for a moment about the place. She saw he had a cot arranged at one side, and had evidently gone to bed here, beside the treasure chest.

Why is this, sir? she demanded, with pretty seriousness.

Reckon the old mans getting nervous, said Captain Rugley. Cant sleep in my reglar bed when there are strangers in the house.

Frances started. What do you mean? she cried.

Well, theres that young man.

Why, Pratt is all right, declared Frances, confidently.

I dont know anything for himand do know one thing against him, growled the old ranchman. Hes been up and about all night, so far. Werent you just talking to him?

Oh, yes, Dad! But Pratt is all right.

Thats as may be. What was he doing wandering around that court?

Oh, Dad! Dont worry about him. His arm and chest hurt him

Humph! didnt hurt him when he went to bed, did they? Yet he was sneaking along this hall and looking into this very room when the door was slightly ajar. I saw him, said the old ranchman, bitterly.

Frances was amazed by this statement; but she realized that her father was oversuspicious regarding the interest of strangers in the old Spanish chest and its contents.

Never mind Pratt, she said. I came downstairs to find you, Daddy, because there really is a stranger about the house.

What do you mean, Frances? was the sharp retort.

The girl told him briefly about the man she had observed climbing up to the veranda roof, and later to the roof of the house by aid of the rope ladder.

And Pratt tells me he heard some sound up there. He thought it was a big bird, she concluded.

Come on! said her father, hastily. Lets see that ladder.

He locked the door of the treasure room and strode up the main stairway. Frances kept close behind him and warned him to step softlyrather an unnecessary bit of advice to an old Indian trailer like Captain Rugley!

But when they came to the window through which Frances had seen the dangling ladder it was gone. The old ranchman shot a ray of his electric torch through the opening; but the light revealed nothing.

Gone! he announced, briefly.

Dodo you think so, Dad?

Sure. Been scared off.

But what could he possibly wantclimbing up over our roof, and all that?

Captain Rugley stood still and stroked his chin reflectively. I reckon I know what theyre after

They? But, Daddy, there was only one man.

One that was coming over the roof, said her father. But he had palssure he did! If one of them wasnt in the house

Why, Dad! exclaimed Frances, in wonder.

You cant always tell, said the old ranchman, slowly. Theres a heap of valuables in that chest. Of course, they dont all belong to me, he added, hastily. My partner, Lon, has equal rights in emdont ever forget that, Frances, if something should happen to me.