“HELP!” called a feeble voice as Nancy shone her flashlight into the dim room.
“Daddy!” cried Alice and brushed past Nancy. She threw herself beside a thin gray-haired man who was bound hand and foot.
“Uncle Ross!” exclaimed Bess and George.
The older girls swiftly untied his bonds. Crying for joy, Alice helped her father sit up and the two embraced.
After introductions, Mr. Regor explained that he had made the thumping noise by kicking his heels. “My throat was so parched I couldn’t yell out to you.”
Then Alice’s father told his story. “I’ve been a prisoner in the cabin for six months—ever since they kidnapped me at the time of the bank robbery. But this morning the gang intended to go after the Rawley treasure party, so they moved me here, where they thought I wouldn’t be discovered.”
“Why did you go to the bank the night of the robbery, Daddy?” Alice asked.
“To get some important papers I had left there. I was working at home and needed them.” He said he had interrupted the robbery, and the gang took him along to keep him from identifying them.
“They’re Westerners,” he went on, “and have used this cabin hideout before. The idea was to stay here for a cooling-off period.”
“How many are in the gang?” Nancy asked.
“Three. At first Shorty and Sid Brice stayed in the cabin with me while Al Diamond lived in Tumbleweed and brought us supplies.”
“Who’s Sid Brice, Uncle Ross?” Bess asked.
“The gray-haired fellow who looks like me.”
“He calls himself Bursey,” Nancy told him.
“I know,” said Mr. Regor. “One day A1 Diamond came to the cabin all excited. He’d talked to an Indian girl named Mary Deer and learned all about Valentine’s treasure. So Diamond decided that the gang should go after it and sent Shorty to get a job on the ranch. He was supposed to spread the phantom-horse story and drive the Rawleys off.”
Nancy looked troubled. “Mr. Regor, what happened to the bank loot?”
“It was hidden in the cabin until Shorty reported that you girls had spotted the place.
“The next day Diamond and Brice moved the money to the ghost town and made me go along. They had just finished hiding the loot in the old hotel when we heard your horses approaching. Brice hustled me down the hill. All I could do was drop one of my crayons and hope somebody would find it.”
“Oh, we did, Daddy!” exclaimed Alice.
Mr. Regor said Diamond had remained in the ghost town to spy on the girls. “Later he told us he had caused a rockslide.”
Nancy mentioned finding the coffee cups on the table in the cabin.
“Yes. We heard your horses clattering up the slope, so Brice forced me out the window in back and into the little rocky passage. He had the dog on a rope and made him go too. But later he broke loose.”
“We found one of your pictures on the table, Uncle Ross,” said George.
The man smiled. “I’ve been drawing pictures to keep myself busy. Brice has been selling them and keeping the money for himself,” he added.
“Those terrible men! Have they mistreated you, Daddy?”
The bank president said he had not been hurt, but had been underfed and was weak. “I once heard Brice say there was time enough to get rid of me when they left Shadow Mountain.”
While Alice told her father all that had happened so far, Nancy, Bess, and George flashed their lights about Mr. Regor’s prison.
The floor was littered with pieces of broken pottery and rock. Beside the door Nancy noticed a flat-topped boulder. “The Indians probably used it for a table, or a seat,” she thought. Nearby was a large rectangular chunk of stone.
The three girls switched off their lights and stepped outside. With Nancy in the lead, the three friends walked close to the wall of the cliff dwellings. They searched one apartment after another for the treasure, but always found the same thing: shards and crumbled rocks.
As the girls emerged from one of the middle rooms, Nancy noticed a crude wooden ladder resting against the wall and leading to the roof.
“It’s just an old ladder—probably put there by the cliff dwellers,” said Bess.
Nancy did not agree. “There are nails in this. Perhaps Valentine brought it here. I’d like to climb up.”
“Let’s finish searching the rooms,” George said.
“Okay.”
As they neared the end of the row, the young sleuth exclaimed, “Look!” The last doorway was neatly blocked with an enormous stone.
“Valentine’s hideout!” exclaimed George. “He must have put that rock there to keep intruders out!”
“But how did he get in?” Bess asked, puzzled. “The stone’s too big to be moved much on this little ledge.”
“I know!” exclaimed Nancy. “Come on!” She hastened back to the ladder. Swiftly she attached her flashlight to her belt and slipped her arms into her sweater.
By the time Bess and George caught up to Nancy, she had begun to climb. Breathlessly they watched her as she cautiously tested each rung. One splintered before she finally reached the roof.
“Nancy, be careful!” Bess cried fearfully.
Shading her flashlight, Nancy moved toward the end chamber and found a column of ancient footholds to the plateau above.
“Probably there’s another set like them on the other side,” she reasoned. “The ladder was Valentine’s extra escape route.”
Playing her flashlight over the surface, Nancy walked a dozen steps toward the end of the roof. Suddenly she spotted a large hole.
Shining her light into it, Nancy saw a pile of broken rock directly below. She gripped the sides of the opening and lowered herself into the chamber.
“O-oo, it’s musty in here!”
In one corner lay a moldering blanket and saddle. Nearby was a pickax. On the wall above these Nancy found an indistinct carved letter. She brushed away the dust.
V—for Valentine!
Nancy’s pulse pounded with joy and excitement.
But where was the treasure? “It can’t be buried,” she thought. “The floor is solid stone.”
When Nancy lifted the blanket, it fell into shreds at her touch. There was nothing beneath it. Her eyes fell upon a large pottery vase in the corner. The vessel was nearly three feet high and had a wide mouth. Nancy beamed her light into it.
Standing on end and level with the top of the vase was a metal box!
“This might be it!” Nancy exulted. She put down her flashlight, reached in, and lifted out the heavy box. It slipped from her grasp and hit the floor, jolting off a rusted padlock.
Nancy pulled open the lid. Before her lay hundreds of small shining gold hearts!
“Oh!”
Beneath the layer of gold pieces lay stacks of United States bank notes and a chamois bag. It contained an assortment of precious jewels!
“It can’t be real!” Nancy said aloud. “I’m dreaming!”
But Nancy’s mind clicked back to reality. “I can’t get this chest back through the ceiling, that’s for sure.” She eyed the pickax. “Maybe I can pry the rock away from the door.”
Nancy worked the point of the pickax beneath the rock. She pulled hard. The slab moved a trifle! She tried again. This time the rock moved about a foot. Nancy pushed the treasure box through the opening, turned off her flashlight, and squeezed outside.
“George! Bess!” The girls came running and Nancy told of her find. “Take the treasure back to Alice and Mr. Regor,” she directed. “I’ll light the signal fire.”
Cautiously Nancy crawled out onto the jutting rock and took a packet of matches from her pocket. She struck one, shielding it from the wind, and held it to the kindling.
As the smoke arose, a gruff voice behind her suddenly barked, “Put out that firel”
CHAPTER XX
Daring Tactics
THE voice was A1 Diamond’s. Nancy was trapped on the jutting rock, far above the valley!
“Stamp out that blaze!” the man repeated sharply, “or I’ll knock you off there!”
“All right!” Nancy’s brain was in a whirl. She delayed until Diamond bellowed again, then she kicked the pile of smoldering wood from the rock. It burst into a shower of sparks and flame on the way down.
Diamond snarled, “Come here!” When Nancy made her way back to the cliff, he said gloatingly:
“You think you’re smart. As for those phony treasure hunters, we cut out of that trap when I spotted the sheriff trailing us.”
Nancy’s spirits sank as A1 continued to storm. “You’ve made it too hot for us here, and you’ll pay for it.”
He said the gang was on its way to the ghost town to pick up the bank loot when they stopped at the cabin. Shorty found fresh horse tracks and figured the girls had a line on the treasure.
“He saw you gathering wood and gave us his coyote signal.”
Nancy’s captor bragged that he and his partners had hurried to the top of the steps and watched from above. Seeing the girls emerging from Regor’s prison, the three men had sneaked down into one of the cliff-dwelling rooms to spy on them.
“Finally we saw you hurry by, and then your friends showed up carrying something heavy. I said to myself, ‘There goes the treasure. How nice to have Nancy Drew do all the work for us!’ ”
“You didn’t harm Bess and George!” Nancy said hotly.
“Oh no,” came the sarcastic reply. “My boys let ’em get to Regor’s prison, then they closed in.”
Nancy fumbled for her flashlight and switched it on.
“Turn that off! I don’t want anybody getting nosy. Hurry up! Get going!”
Nancy hoped desperately that Dave had seen the signal fire. In order to give him time to make the treacherous ascent, Nancy hugged the wall and moved as slowly as possible.
“Step on it!” Diamond barked. Finally he pushed her into the prison room. In one comer she saw the red glow of a flashlight shaded by a cloth, and near it the dark figures of two men. But she could see nothing else in the room.
“We’re okay, Nancy,” came George’s voice. “They made us sit on the floor.”
“And smashed our flashlights,” said Bess.
Diamond spoke up sharply. “Shorty, where’s that treasure?”
“Can’t see it, Boss. You told me to keep the light covered.”
Diamond fumbled about before giving an exclamation of disgust. “Regor, are you hiding it?”
“Let my father alone!” Alice cried out. “He doesn’t have anything.”
Instantly Nancy’s foot reached for the large chunk of stone she had seen near the door. Quickly she shrugged her sweater from her shoulders and it dropped over the stone.
“All right, Mr. Diamond. Here it is!”
As she spoke, Nancy stooped and gathered the rock into her sweater.
“I’ll take it!”
“No, you won’t!” With a mighty lunge Nancy hurled the stone through the door and over the side of the cliff. Seconds later it crashed on the rocks below.
For a moment there was a stunned silence. Then Diamond exploded. “You’ve played your last trick on me, Nancy Drew. Brice! Shorty! Tie ’em up!”
Nancy sat on the stone bench beside the door and waited coolly while Shorty lashed her ankles together.
Diamond said, “Brice, you and I’ll go down to the valley and find the treasure. Shorty, guard these girls till you get my signal.”
At this Nancy chuckled. “Poor Shorty! By the time you reach the valley, your pals and the treasure will be gone.”
The cowboy stopped his tying and turned to Diamond. “Let Brice stay. I’m through stickin’ my neck out!”
“Yes,” Nancy declared, “suspicion was on you from the beginning. You wrecked the pump and cut the telephone wire.”
“All right,” Shorty said resentfully. “And I put the generator out of whack and pulled the nettle trick.”
“Shut up!” Diamond ordered.
George spoke up. “They kept you busy, Shorty. After you imitated poor Chief you found the clue in Nancy’s watch and later stole the green liniment bottle.”
Out of the darkness came Bess’s voice. “Who ransacked our room?”
“Brice,” replied Shorty, “and that’s about all he did!”
“Is that so!” Diamond spluttered angrily. “Without my brains, you’d both be nowhere!”
“What do you mean?” Brice interrupted. “I cut the fences and knocked down the windmill!”
Now the men’s voices shrilled in anger as each claimed importance for his part in the conspiracy.
Diamond’s voice rose with fury. “Listen,” he raged, “I got the idea for the phantom horse. I bought the silk and paint and trained the stallion to come to my whistle.”
“We helped you!” Shorty retorted. He reminded Diamond that he and Brice had put the trappings on the stallion for the phantom performance.
Ross Regor cut in. “You almost caught them at it one night, Nancy. Scared them so badly they called off the phantom. I heard Brice say he had to slip from the spring house into the cellar through the secret opening.”
“Quit wasting time,” Diamond shrieked. “We’ve got to clear out of here!”
“Now take it easy, Diamond,” Shorty said with a ring of authority. “It’s me and Brice agin you. We’ll go for the treasure. You stay here.”
Diamond fumed. “Okay. But don’t try any funny business. And come right back.”
Without a word, the other two men went out the door, taking the light with them. The captives heard Diamond make his way through the darkness to the back of the chamber, then heard the creak of a hinge.
A soft laugh came from the gang leader. “In case you’re wondering, I’m opening a wooden box where we keep dynamite and fuses.”
Gasps came from the prisoners. “You can’t do that!” George cried out.
“I’m forced to. Ross Regor knows too much, and I can’t afford to let him go. Too bad, Nancy Drew, that you butted into my affairs.”
“I’ll stay,” Mr. Regor cried out. “But don’t harm these girls!”
“No! And as soon as I light the fuse, I’ll lam out of here.”
Crack! A match flared in Diamond’s hand.
“Wait!” Nancy exclaimed. “You’ll blow up the treasure!”
The match hovered in mid-air. “What?”
“That was just a big stone I threw over the cliff,” Nancy admitted.
She turned on her flashlight and swept it about the room, making certain the beam hit the entrance several times. Someone just might notice it.
“Here! Give me that!” Diamond snatched the light. “Now where’s the thing you girls carried?”
“Here,” said Bess, “we’re sitting on it.”
Diamond pushed her and George aside and flipped open the chest. “Good night!” He grabbed a handful of the gold hearts and let them run through his fingers. Then he closed the lid and began to carry the box toward the entrance.
Just then the rattle of falling stones came from below. Flushed with success, Diamond called out, “Shorty! Bricel I have the treasure! Fellows, we’re rich!”
Voices! Then a light flashed into the room.
“Hold it, Diamond!”
“Dave!” Nancy cried’out.
Diamond made a break for freedom, but George put out her foot and the criminal fell into the strong arms of Sheriff Curtis. Handcuffs clicked shut.
The girls and Mr. Regor gave shouts of joy at the sight of Dave, the sheriff, his deputy, and Mr. Rawley. As the captives were untied, Ross Regor told how cleverly Nancy had played for time.
Dave smiled. “She’s the smartest little tenderfoot I ever saw.” Then he related how the decoys and the sheriff’s party had lost the gang and gone back to Shadow Ranch.
“When we saw the fire falling, I figured something like this had happened.”
Mr. Rawley said, “We didn’t want to give ourselves away, so we drove up the valley with our lights off.”
Dave added that Brice and Shorty had been caught on the way down. “But where’s the treasure?”
“Here.” George grinned.
Half an hour later, the party reached the valley floor just as the moon rose. Dave put Valentine’s fortune in the ranch wagon while Nancy gave Sheriff Curtis a brief report. It was agreed that he would recover the stolen bank money from the ghost-town hotel in the morning and the cowboys were to bring in the girls’ horses and the “phantom.” The sullen prisoners were driven off in the sheriff’s car.
As Dave headed the ranch wagon down the valley, he said he thought Nancy should have a share of the treasure. “I know the gold must be turned over to the state,” Dave added. “But the jewels and bank notes should be worth a good sum. Nancy, since you found them, I feel a share rightfully belongs to you.”
The young detective smiled, then graciously but firmly declined to accept any part of the find. “It was fun,” she said.
The grateful cowboy grinned. “My brother and sister sure will be excited by the news.”
A little later they turned into the gate. The ranch, bathed in silvery moonlight, looked peaceful.
Alice squeezed her father’s hand. “Everything has turned out happily!”
“Thanks to Nancy Drew.” Mr. Regor smiled.
“What are you going to do now, Nancy, without a mystery to solve?” Bess teased.
Her friend smiled. “Work on the sweater I’m knitting for Dad.” She did not know then that soon she would become involved in The Secret of Red Gate Farm.
But George knew that Nancy and mystery were never far apart. She gave a sigh of mock sadness. “I hope your dad doesn’t need that sweater very soon!”
Carolyn Keene, The Secret of Shadow Ranch
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