BURT L. STANDISH Ultimate Collection: 24 Action Thrillers in One Volume (Illustrated) - Burt L. Standish

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"I found ther place whar ther queer-makers hang out."

      "You did?" fluttered both lads.

      "Thet's whatever. Thar's a hidden cabin on a cliff, an' thet thar is their headquarters."

      "Will you guide us there?"

      "Wa-al, what do you two youngsters think you could do? Thar's a gang. You say yer wuz pursued by officers. Wa-al, I know Jack Long, ther sheriff, an' I kin fix it with him, ef he is in ther crowd. He wuz one as brought me hyar ter die uv consumption two years ago."

      The boys looked at the giant in amazement.

      "Brought you here to die of consumption?" cried Frank. "You—you? Impossible!"

      The giant smiled lazily.

      "I don't look like a consumptive, now, do I? Wa-al, ther doctors said thar warn't one chance in a thousan' fer me. They hed guv me up. I come hyar ter die; but I got well. This is ther greatest place I ever struck fer bracin' up a feller's lungs; but it takes all ther ambition outer him. It hes made me so I don't care ter do anything but be lazy. Let ther old world wag, Gabriel Blake won't bother with her none whatever."

      "How can we reach the mountains over there?" asked Frank.

      "Reckon we'll hev ter go round ther shore, thet's all ther way."

      "And you will guide us?"

      "Ef Jack Long shows up an' wants ter go, I s'pose so."

      Blake said this somewhat reluctantly, as if he dreaded the exertion.

      "If Long should not show up—what, then?"

      "It won't be nary dern bit uv use fer one ur two uv us ter go rampin' off over thar. Ef Jack Long locates their hangout, he'll bring a posse an' scoop 'em."

      The boys found the giant was set in his ways, and it was not strange that, as they were boys, he should consider them of minor importance in case of a collision with the counterfeiters.

      He once more expressed his conviction that the lads were "squar," and it was his belief that he could thus convince Jack Long.

      "Can we use our horses in getting round the lake?" asked Frank.

      "Wa-al, I dunno but I kin pick out a trail fer yer; but fer me it'd be as much work ter travel hawseback ez afoot."

      He then invited them to his cabin, and they followed him, leading the horses. He gave no heed to the animals the man and girl had abandoned.

      Big Gabe's cabin was tucked away in a secluded nook, close to the shore of the lake, and not far from the cove. It was fairly comfortable in a rude way.

      "Long will come hyar," he said. "Ef he wuz with yer pursuers he'll show up afore a great while. Make yourselves comfertable till he comes."

      The lads did so.

      CHAPTER XLII.

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      In time the sheriff appeared, but one man—a rough, awkward-looking fellow—was his only companion.

      Long uttered a cry of satisfaction when he saw the boys.

      "Well, I have caught you, after all!" he exclaimed. "The boys allowed you had given me the slip, and they went back."

      His hands fell on the butts of ready revolvers, and he ordered them to surrender without resistance.

      "Hold on hyar a bit, Jack," said Big Gabe, stepping between the lads and the officer. "Let's we hold a little plarver. You know me, I'll allow."

      "To be course I do, Gabe, and I am mighty glad to see you alive and well. You once had the name of being the strongest man in Nevada; but you didn't look very strong when we brought you up here, two year ago. You'll be up to the old tricks again, before long."

      The giant shook his head.

      "I reckon not," he said. "Liftin' bolders an' wrastlin' with four men at a time is outer my line ferever, arter this. I'm too lazy, an' besides thet, I'll allow it wuz a strain I got at that business as brought on my first bleedin' spell arter I hed ther grip. I'm purty well, now, but I don't make no exerbitions uv my strength, burn me ef I do!"

      "Wait till you get away from here. Everybody that comes here gets lazy, and stays lazy as longs as they stay here."

      At this Big Gabe nodded.

      "Thet's sure as preachin'. It's ther derndest place ter make a critter feel ez if he don't keer a hoot whether school keeps ur not!"

      The sheriff had half drawn his revolvers. He now thrust one of them back into its holster, but motioned for Blake to stand aside.

      "I judge you don't know the kind of youngsters these are as I have found here," said Long.

      "And I judge I do," returned the big man, quietly. "I know all about 'em, an' they're all right."

      The officer looked surprised.

      "How does it happen you know about 'em?" he asked, wonderingly.

      "They're old acquaintances uv mine," asserted Gabe, greatly to the surprise of the lads; "an' they're on the dead level. They came hyar to see me, sayin' as how they wuz in some trouble down at Carson over some counterfeit money as they hed got by accident."

      Long was scowling and looking disgusted. He listened in silence, motioning for the giant to go on.

      "I hev listened ter their story," said Blake, "an' knowin' 'em ez I do, I'll allow it's straight, an' you ain't got no cause whatever ter rope 'em, Jack."

      "Mebbe you're right," admitted the sheriff, fishing in a pocket and drawing forth a paper; "but here is a warrant for the arrest of one Frank Merriwell, and I must serve it. It is sworn out by Ezra Coburn, a leading citizen of Carson."

      "Burn Ezra Coburn!" roared Big Gabe, becoming somewhat excited. "Burn him and double burn him! I tell yer them youngsters is my friends, an' I'm standin' by 'em! You an' I don't want any trouble, Jack."

      "No, we don't want any trouble; but, at the same time, I'll have to do my duty," came firmly from the lips of the sheriff.

      "By thet yer mean yer'll hev ter arrest Frank Merriwell?"

      "Exactly."

      "Stiddy, Jack! Don't be too quick ter lay yer paws on ther boys. You know me."

      "I do, and I do not fancy having trouble with you. At the same time I must do my duty."

      "Wa-al, hold hard a bit. Don't be in a hurry about nabbin' them. I'll give yer my pledge as how yer kin hev 'em any time. Does thet go?"

      The sheriff hesitated a bit, and then said:

      "It goes, if you are responsible for 'em, Gabe."

      "All right. Boys, this yar is Jack Long, sheriff from Carson, a white man clean through. He'll guv yer a squar' deal."

      The boys shook hands with the officer, after which the latter said:

      "This man with me is Silas Jones, of Michigan, relation to my wife, somehow or other. He is thinking of locating out this way."

      Jones grinned all over his bearded face, shook hands in a strong, blundering fashion, and said:

      "I swan if this ain't a great country, out here! Beats all natur! But I don't feel to hum, fer I was raised right in ther middle of the woods, an' there's too much open land out this way. I don't mean right round here, you understand; but I've seen more'n forty thousan' miles of prairie sence comin' out this way, an' it makes me lonesome."

      Having expressed himself thus, he sat down on a box and relapsed into silence, listening to the others and grinning now and then, but seldom speaking unless addressed.

      Big Gabe urged them all to sit down, and they did so. He then directed Frank

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