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  CHAPTER XXVII.

  COMPLETE TRIUMPH.

  Frank found the letter thrust under the door of his room at the hotel inPrescott. He was reading it over and over when Brad Buckhart, wearing along, doleful face, came into the room.

  "You don't find no trace whatever of my pard, do you, Frank?" he asked.

  "I have a letter from him here," said Frank.

  "What?" shouted the Texan, electrified by Merry's words. "A letter fromhim?"

  "Yes."

  "Why should he write a letter? Why didn't he come himself, instead ofdoing that?"

  "Well, from what he says in the letter, I fancy it is impossible for himto come," said Merry. "Here, Buckhart, read it and see what you make ofit."

  He handed the missive to Brad, who read it through, his excitementgrowing every moment. This is what the Texan read:

  "Dear Frank: I now am held fast in hands that care little for my life. No house shelters me. I am not near Prescott. If you search, you will find wind and nothing more. Have had a hot mill with my captors, but to no use whatever. S.tay here I must. Brad will worry, so don't fail to show him this.

  "The men who have me swear to mutilate and finally kill me unless you come to terms immediately. You are to settle with the man who has demanded from you your mines and has threatened you with arrest for murder. As soon as you make terms with him, I am to be set free. If you refuse to make terms, this man swears to chop me up by inches. To-morrow you will receive one of my thumbs; next day the other thumb. Then, if you still delay, an ear will follow, and its mate will be delivered to you twenty-four hours later. If you remain obstinate, I shall be killed.

  "Your brother, Dick."

  "Great horn spoon!" shouted Buckhart, flourishing the missive in theair. "Great jumping tarantulas! This certain is a whole lot tough! Why,Frank, what are you going to do about it? You've got to rescue him, orelse give in to old Morgan, for they will chop him up if you don't."

  "How am I going to rescue him," said Merry, "when I don't know where tofind him?"

  Brad now stood quite still, with his hands on his hips, a look ofperplexity and distress on his face.

  "That's so, Frank," he muttered, shaking his head. "I am afraid they'vegot you."

  "Do you notice anything peculiar about that letter?" questioned Merry.

  "Peculiar? Why, I dunno. Somehow it don't sound just like Dick, thoughI'll swear it's his writing. I know his writing."

  "Yes, I am certain it is his writing; still, the first part of it soundspeculiar. I suppose that's because he was ordered to write certainthings and had to take them down from dictation. But look here, Brad,"Merry continued, taking the letter from the Texan's hand. "Notice thatword, 'sta.y.' Why do you suppose he dropped a period into the midst ofit?"

  "Accident," said Brad. "Must have been."

  Frank shook his head.

  "Somehow I don't think so," he declared. "Somehow there seems to methere is a hidden meaning in this letter. I am half inclined to believeit is a cipher letter."

  "Gee whilikins!" cried the Texan. "Mebbe that's so!"

  Together they puzzled over it a long time, and the Texan grew more andmore excited. Finally he shouted:

  "Let me have it, Frank--let me have it! That's why he wanted you to showit to me. See, he says for you to show it to me. He opined I'd tumble tothe cipher and read it all right."

  The boy's hands were shaking as he held the letter. From head to feet hequivered with the excitement he could not control.

  "Steady, Buckhart," said Merry, laying a calming hand on his shoulder."Then you believe there is a cipher in it, do you?"

  "Sure as shooting! I know there is! You hear me shout! Once on a time,at Fardale, he studied out right before me a cipher letter that waswritten this same way by one of his enemies. He reckoned I wouldremember that. He reckoned I would tumble and read the cipher in thisletter."

  Although Frank must have been excited also, he still restrained himself.

  "If that's the case," he said, "you should be able to read this withease. Go ahead and do so."

  "Gimme a pencil," panted the Texan.

  Frank did so, and then Brad began by underscoring the first word of theletter after Frank's name, following with the second word, havingskipped one, then he skipped two, and underscored the next word. Thenskipped three, underscoring the next, and so on through the greater partof the first paragraph. When this was finished, the words underscoredread as follows:

  "I am in little house near windmill sta.y."

  "There she is!" Brad almost yelled, waving it wildly around his head."That's the message. I followed her up further, but it ends right there.After that he just writes what they tell him to."

  "'I am in little house near windmill sta.y,'" read Frank, having takenthe paper from the Texan's hand. "Are you certain that 'sta.y' comesinto it?"

  "Well, part of her comes into it," averred Brad. "She comes into it upto the period, at least. I reckons that's why the period comes in there.'Sta.'--what does that stand for, Frank?"

  "Station," said Merry at once. "He has written that he is in a littlehouse near Windmill Station. That's it, Brad, my boy. We know where tofind him at last, thanks to you."

  "No, Frank; thanks to that fine head of his. What are we going to do?"

  Frank walked over to a corner of the room and picked up a Winchesterrifle, which he examined, a resolute grimness on his handsome face.

  "We're going to find that little house near Windmill Station," he said,in a calm, low voice. "And when we find it, Buckhart, there will besomething doing."

  * * * * *

  Another night had fallen when a party of at least a dozen persons, allarmed and ready for anything that might take place, surrounded and creptup to the little house where Dick was held a prisoner near WindmillStation. Frank led this party, and when the house was thoroughlysurrounded, he advanced without hesitation to the door, Buckhart at hisside, carrying in his hand an axe.

  "Give me the axe!" whispered Merry, as he extended his rifle to Brad.

  A moment later a crashing blow fell on the heavy door. When of a suddenFrank swung the axe and made blow after blow at the door, it shook, andcracked, and splintered before the attack upon it.

  "Lay on! lay on!" urged Cap'n Wiley, who was close at hand and ready forthe encounter. "Knock the everlasting jimblistered stuffing out of her!"

  Within the hut there was no small commotion.

  Dick had been waiting. He heard the first blow, and it brought him tohis feet with a bound. He heard the ruffianly guards in the outer roomuttering excited exclamations. Then he shouted:

  "Beat it down, Frank--beat it down! Here I am!"

  He could not be sure his words were heard above the sounds of theassault on the door, but at this moment, with a great splintering crash,the door fell. Then came shouting, and shots, and sounds of a struggle.It was over quickly, and Dick was waiting when the door of his prisonroom was flung wide and his brother sprang in.

  "Hello, Frank!" he cried laughingly. "You're on time. They haven't begunchopping me up yet."

  "Where's my pard?" shouted Buckhart, as he came tearing into the room."Here he is!" he whooped joyously, clasping Dick in his arms. "Say,pard, you're a dandy! But I don't believe I'd tumbled to it that therewas a cipher message in that letter if Frank hadn't suspected such athing."

  At this moment Cap'n Wiley appeared at the door.

  "Mate Merriwell," he said, "there's a fine gent out here who has ashattered knee and says he's bleeding to death. Perhaps you had bettertake a look at him."

  Frank turned back, followed by Dick and Brad. In the outer room both Matand Dillon were prisoners in the hands of Merriwell's comrades, one ofthem having a bullet in his shoulder. But on the floor lay another man,who had been found there with them, having arrived a short time be
forethe appearance of the rescuers. It was Macklyn Morgan, and his knee, asWiley had declared, was shattered by a bullet.

  "I am dying, Merriwell!" said Morgan, his face ghastly pale. "You havetriumphed at last. I will bother you no more."

  Frank quickly knelt and ripped open the man's trousers leg with a keenknife. Then he called sharply for a rope, which he tied loosely aboutMorgan's leg above the knee, thrusting through a loop in it a strongstick supplied him by Wiley. With this stick he twisted the rope untilit cut into the flesh and stopped the profuse bleeding.

  "Now, Morgan," said Merry, "we will do our best to save your life bygetting you to the nearest doctor in short order."

  "Why should you do that?" whispered the money king wonderingly.

  "I don't care to see even my worst enemy die in such a manner," was theanswer.

  Macklyn Morgan did not die, although he must have done so but for theprompt action of Frank at that critical moment. He lost his leg,however, for it was found necessary to amputate the limb at the knee.

  It was some days after this operation that Morgan called for Frank,begging his attendant to bring Merry to him. When Merry stood beside thecot on which the wretched man lay, Morgan looked up and said:

  "I have been thinking this thing over, Mr. Merriwell, and the more Ithink about it the greater grows my astonishment at your action. Thedoctor has told me that you saved my life. I can't do much to even upfor that; but from this time on, Frank Merriwell, I shall never lift ahand against you."

  THE END.

 
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