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lonesomest creek in the world； an' mebbe Gil's little sister is kept in one of
them ol' shacks what muskrat hunters live in； in the spring an' summer。 If
them galoots is in there； they're mighty apt ter come out late at night； when
they don't expec' nobody's roun'。 Of course； nacherelly they have some
plan about gettin' paid fer little Lily； an' they ain't a…goin' to stay in hidin'
without tryin' to find out the lay er the land； an' jest how hot the police is
on their trail。 My idee is to go an' lay in ambush fer 'em all night。 If they
don't come out； we'll explore in the mornin'； an' if we don't find 'em hidin'
roun' Beaver Dam； then we'll lay low all day； an' push up the river to…
morrow night。 But somehow； I think that's the place they would pick out to
hide in。 'Tain't one person out er a million that would know how to git
through Beaver Dam without gittin' lost； an' I'm a recollectin' I took Tom
Foley through there onct an' that's why I'm goin' there to…night。 I knows it
so well； I could go through with my eyes shet。
‘‘Each of us wants his pistol loaded fer keeps； a knife； an' about three
yards er rope he can tie round his waist。 Let's have a bite o' supper right
here in my house； an' then we'll start fer the river； but each feller goin'
alone； an' in a different way。 Now； remember； no talkin' to nobody； an' let's
all say honor bright； an' cross our hearts three times ag'in。''
Sandy was the first to arrive at the boat…house。 Securing the paddles；
he put them into the skiffs and watched for his companions。 He had not
long to wait。 Gilbert came in a few moments； then Leander； and shortly
afterward； Dink。 Not a word was spoken。 Sandy motioned Gilbert to sit in
the center seat of the Dolly； while he took his accustomed place at the
stern。 Noiselessly they pushed into the stream； followed by Leander and
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Dink。
The tide was going out； and had； perhaps； two hours to ebb。 The boys
hugged the channel bank on the right； passed under the bridge unnoticed；
and kept on their silent and anxious way； mile after mile。 Finally； Sandy
steered into a creek and glided softly against the mud bank； holding his
skiff firmly by driving a paddle into the soft soil。 Leander and Dink
followed suit。 That they might be screened from any one coming out of
Beaver Dam； which was separated by a narrow strip of marsh…land； they
lay flat on the bottom of their boats。
The night was not especially dark； for the moon was looking through a
mist of hazy clouds。 It was bitingly cold； and though the boys became
numb from the many minutes of inactivity； not one of them moved。 For
fully an hour they had remained motionless； when faintly over the water
was heard the splash； splash； splash； of paddles； far away。
The searching party were all alert in an instant； and with raised heads；
peered cautiously over the top of the marsh line in the direction of the
sounds。 Hardly a minute had passed； when out of the shadows that hid the
entrance to Beaver Dam； there came slowly a skiff into the clear water。 It
approached to within fifteen feet of the hidden boys； when they recognized
a voice； distinctly saying：
‘‘I hope that guy Franklin's ben up to the landin' an' left the note where
I tol' him to； an' don't try no shenanigan。''
‘‘He ain't goin' to try no flapdoodles with us；'' was the quick answer。
‘‘Well； if he knows when he's well off；'' the first voice resumed； ‘‘he'll
come round with the rhino mighty quick； an' give us no more trouble。''
‘‘I kin see us livin' like gent'men； a'ready。''
‘‘Gent'men born an''' the other began； but the last of his sentence was
lost as the boat turned up the river； and the cadence of the paddles died in
the distance。
Sandy waited until the rascals had disappeared around the bend； then
shoving his skiff quickly alongside Leander's； he whispered into the
latter's ear：
‘‘Me an' Gil is goin' in to Beaver Dam。 Yer knows them two fellers； an'
so do I。 One of 'em is the feller what whacked me； an' the t'other is that
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bum Hildey。 If they gits here afore I come back； you an' Dink'll have to do
somethin' desp'ret。''
‘‘All right；'' said Leander； clutching his pistol； ‘‘you can trust me。''
Sandy rounded the point that divided the two creeks； and in a short
time had paddled past the trees and vines that hung over and partly
covered the entrance to Beaver Dam。 The boat was managed with
consummate skill； now left； now right； through the sinuous waterway； and
the two boys had gone fully half a mile； when； without warning； they were
rudely jolted as the skiff grated harshly on a bar。 Ordinarily； such an
incident would have been without effect upon them； but now their nerves
were so highly strung； that the noise of the boat rubbing against the gravel
seemed as loud as the report of a cannon。
Using all possible force； Sandy and Gilbert succeeded in shoving their
craft back into the water。 Then they pressed forward into the shadow of an
embankment on the left； and not a moment too soon did they reach Gover；
for the door of a hut was thrown open； and the voice of Tom Foley was
heard； asking：
‘‘Is that you； dad？''
An instant later Foley was seen standing in the dim light of the
doorway； shading his eyes and peering into the darkness。
‘‘I say； dad； is that you？'' came again。 ‘‘I'll be doggoned if I didn't
think I heerd somebody comin'。 I guess 'tain't nuthin'；''looking anxiously
to the right and left。 ‘‘I cert'nly does git scared out er my boots aroun' here；
though； when I'm left alone。 I'm goin' to wake up the brat an' make her
keep me comp'ny；'' and the door closed with a bang。
He had hardly gone inside when the piteous cry of a child was heard；
‘‘Please don't beat me； Tom。''
‘‘I ain't beatin' yer； go ahead； dance fer me。''
Sandy and Gilbert were fairly crazed； and in their anger rushed up
toward the hut。
Again came the cry； ‘‘Please don't hit me； Tom。''
‘‘Dance； I say；''and the sharp swish of a whip was heard。
It took but a second for Sandy to bound into the room。 Surprised and
terrified； Foley made a dart for the door； but was met by Gilbert； who；
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pistol in hand； held him stock still。 In desperation Foley reached for a club
and ran back of the frightened child in the hope that she might serve as
guard against his assailant。 Like a flash； Sandy followed； and knocked the
cowardly brute senseless with the barrel of his pistol。
Gilbert ran to his sister； and； taking her up； showered loving kisses
upon her。 With her arms clasped about his neck and her head nestling on
his shoulder； she cried：
‘‘Oh； Gil； I'm so glad you've come。 I've been waiting all this time for
you。 I knew Sandy would come； because he ain't afraid of robbers； or
anybody else； even if he had his hands tied behind him。 I've been praying
for you every minute； and here you are。'' Again Gilbert pressed his sister to
his heart； and kissed he