Boys of the fort, or, A young captain's pluck

Front matter

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DEFENDING THE FORT. — Frontispiece.

Boys of the Fort.

Contents

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I. BOUND FOR THE FORT i

II. CAVES IN THE MOUNTAIN, .... 9

Chapter I. Bound For The Fort

" How many miles have we still to ride, Ben son?"

" About fifty, Joe, But the last half is pretty much uphill, lad."

" Can we make the fort by to-morrow night? "

" Well, we can try," answered the old scout, who sat astride of a coal-black horse and rode slightly in advance of hist two youthful com panions. " It will depend somewhat on what the weather does."

" Why, do you think it is going to rain ? " put in Darry Germain. " I'm sure it looks clear enough."

" Aint no telling what the weather will do in this valley,"\ answered Sam Benson. " It may stay clear for a week, but to me the signs don't exactly p'int that way," and he shook his head gravely.

" A little rain wouldn't hurt;" said Joe Moore. " A couple of miles back the road was fearfully dusty/'

" The trouble is, when it rains out here it rains." answered the old scout. " The clouds come a-tumbling over yonder mountains, and inside of half an hour you'd fancy the water was going to drown out everything."

" Then if it rains we'll have to put up some where," said Darry Germain.

" Aint no cabin on this trail short of Hank Leeson's place, twenty miles this side of the fort. If we can get that far I reckon we can make the fort."

" Then where will we stop to-night ? " asked Darry with interest.

" At the Star Hotel — if the sky is clear," said Sam Benson, with a laugh at what he considered his little joke.

" You mean in the open, under the stars ! " cried the boy; and, as the old scout nodded, he went on : " That will be nice. I've been wanting to camp out in regular trapper style ever since we left Riverton."

" So have I," put in Joe Moore. " But I don't know as I care to camp out and get soaked,"

" If it rains we'll find some kind of shelter," answered Benson. " But come, let us make the

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most of the daylight while it lasts," and he urged his steed forward, and the two boys did the same.

The three were pursuing their way along a gap in the Rocky Mountains, where the so-called val ley was broken up by tiny water-courses, walls of rock, and dense patches of forest and under brush. It was midsummer, and the hot air was filled with the scent of green growing things. Deep in the forest the song-birds sang gayly and the wild animals had full play to come and go as they pleased, for to get at them in those vast fast nesses was next to impossible.

The party of three had left the town of Riverton four days before. They were bound for Fort Carson, — so named after Kit Carson, the cele brated scout and Indian fighter, — and Sam Ben son carried messages of importance to Colonel Fairfield, the commandant at the fort.

Joe Moore and Darry Germain were cousins, and both were boys of sixteen, well built and well trained in outdoor athletic sports. Joe came from Chicago and Darry from St. Louis, and each had graduated from his local high school but a few weeks before.

It was while Darry was spending a brief vaca tion with his cousin Joe that a plan for visiting the fort was formed. Joe's older brother, William, was a West Point graduate and a captain at the fort, and he wrote on stating that he had received permission to have Joe visit him, and Darry could come too if he desired. Colonel Fairfield was an old friend of both families, and promised to treat the lads well should they make the trip.

" Hurrah ! just the thing ! " Joe had cried " Of course you'll go, Darry. We couldn't have a grander outing."

" I'll go if father and mother will let me," had been Barry's answer, and he had at once written home concerning the affair. Two weeks later the boys were off, the parents of each cautioning them to be careful, and wishing them the best of luck.

The journey westward as far as the miningtown of Riverton had occurred without special in cident. They had been told to hire a guide at this point, and while looking for a man had fallen in with Sam Benson. Benson knew Captain Wil liam Moore well, and he at once promised to take the boys along with him and do'the best he could by them.

" You'll want good bosses," Benson had said, and had aided them in selecting their animals and in getting together the necessary outfit. The start was made one fine morning in August, and all three of the party were in the best of spirits.

The four days in the mountains had opened the

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eyes of both lads. The traveling had been rather hard, yet they had enjoyed every minute of the journey. They had stopped once to do some fish ing, and Benson had brought down a small moun tain deer. At night they had put up at the cabins of hunters and trappers, and before retiring had listened to thrilling tales of adventures with wild beasts and with the Indians.

But now Joe was anxious to get to the fort and see his brother, from whom he had been separated for nearly two years. Darry was also anxious to reach the outpost, to meet not only his cousin Wil liam, but likewise Colonel Fairfield, who was an old friend not easily forgotten. Once at the fort the two boys felt that a vacation full of fun and pleasure would follow. Never once did they dream of the perils which awaited them in that wild region, which was not as civilized as it was to become a handful of years later.

" It seems to me it is growing hotter," re marked Darry, after riding a quarter of a mile in silence.

" It is growing hotter," answered the old scout. " And that makes me more certain than ever that a storm's at hand."

" We'll have to take what comes," said Joe. " But I did hope we'd reach the fort by to morrow,"

On they went, around a bend of the trail and over some rough rocks, where the horses had to step with care, for fear of slipping into a gully on the left. Then they reached a patch of timber and plunged beneath the low-drooping trees. Here it was both dark and cool, and Darry breathed a long sigh of relief.

" How delicious ! " he murmured. " It's al most like going into a cave. Benson, there must be lots of caves in these mountains," he went on reflectively.

" There are," answered the old scout. " I've been in a score or more."

" I should like to explore a big cave," came from Joe. " It would be a novelty to me."

" You may get the chance, lad," said Benson; " and get it soon."

" What do you mean ? Are we going to ride by a cave?"

" There are a dozen or more ahead, and we may have to seek one of 'em for shelter. Do you hear that?"

Benson threw back his head to listen, arid the two boys did likewise. From a great distance came the rumble of thunder, echoing and re echoing throughout the mountains. To the west ward the sun was hidden by a dense mass of black clouds which grew more ominous each instant.

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" The storm is coming, sure enough," muttered Joe. " What do you propose? "

" We'll ride on a bit, lad. It won't hit us right away. Come ! "

^he horses were urged forward at an increased speed, and soon they passed the patch of timber and came out to where a thick fringe of brush skirted a long, high cliff. The sky was now dark on every side, and the wind was rising with a dull, humming sound.

" We'll catch it in a few minutes ! " cried Ben son : and hardly had he spoken when the big drops came splashing down, hitting the broad leaves in the underbrush with resounding smacks.

The old scout continued to lead, and presently he turned to the left, where the cliff, parted. Here was an opening, lined on either side with rocks and dirt, and a short distance further was the en trance to a cave of unknown depths.

" We'll stop here," said the old scout, leaping to the ground, followed by the boys. " This aint the best place in the world, but it's better than the open, in such a blow as is coming."

He was right about the blow — already the wind was rising, and hardly had the three led their horses into the cave, the entrance to which was over a dozeii feet high, when there came a crashing through the timber left behind, which

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sent many a frail limb and sapling to the ground and carried the leaves and twigs in all directions.

" I'm glad we didn't stay in the woods ! " cried Darry. " We'd be in danger of falling trees."

"And lightning too," added Joe. " Oh, my! look at that ! " he continued, as a blinding flash lit up the heavens. " That must have struck some where."

"We'll go back a little," said old Benson. " The lightning is just as bad here as it is in the woods. Wait till I get a torch."

Pine was plentiful in that locality, and soon he had a knot which was full of pitch and which burned well when a match was applied to it. With the torch in hand, he led the way further into the cave, and the boys followed with their animals.

Chapter II. Caves In The Mountain

THE two boys had expected to find the large cave damp and unwholesome, and they were sur prised when they learned how dry the flooring and the sides were, and how pure the air was. There was no breeze in the place, but a gentle draught kept the air stirring. Of course the atmosphere was much cooler than it had been outside.

Hardly had the travelers gained the center of the first chamber of the cave, when the storm out side burst in all its fury. The lightning and thunder were almost incessant, and the rain came down in broad sheets which completely obliterated the landscape.

" It's little short of a flood," said Darry, after having gone to the mouth of the cave to investi gate. ' The water is already two or three inches deep on the trail."

" Well, such a downpour can't last long," re turned Joe. " It's only a shower, or a cloud burst."

" No, it's a regular rain, and it's good for all night," answered the old scout.

" All night ! "

" Yes, lad, and we'll be lucky if it don't last through the morning, too. It don't rain very often out here, you see, but when it does it tries to make up for lost time."

' Then we'll have to camp right here, won't we?"

' To be sure. Even if it did let up, you wouldn't want to camp in the wet timber."

' Then we might as well start up a fire," came from Darry, in something of a disappointed tone. " I was hoping we'd be able to camp under the stars just once before we got to the fort."

" Perhaps you'll get a chance to go out after you're at the fort," said the old scout, by way of comfort. " Yes, we'll start a fire, if we can find any dry wood."

The horses were tied up between some rocks, and then the three searched around. At the en trance to the cave was a mass of brush and tree limbs which previous storms had sent in that direction, and from this they gathered enough for a good-sized fire. It did not take long for the brush to blaze up, sending the sparks to the roof of the cave and throwing fantastic shadows all about them.

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" I declare, the fire makes the cave look quite home-like ! " was Joe's comment, as he threw him self down on a flat rock with his blanket under him. " Staying here won't be so humdrum as I anticipated."

" I'm going to explore the cave, now I am here," returned Darry. " Who knows but what I might locate a gold mine! "

" You be careful of where you go," cautioned old Benson. " These caves are full of pitfalls, and now you two boys are with me I don't want anything to happen to you. If something did happen, neither Captain Moore nor Colonel Fairfield would forgive me."

" To be sure we'll be careful, Benson," an swered Darry. " There' d be no fun in getting hurt — even if we did locate a gold mine."

" You won't find any gold mine here. This ground was prospected years ago — before even the fort was located. I came out here once my self, with a miner named Hooker Brown. Hooker was dead certain there was gold here, but although we stayed here about two weeks nosing around we never got even a smell of the yellow metal."

" Well, we'll have a look around, anyway," said Joe. " But we must get good torches first."

Pine knots were procured and lit; and, with another caution from the scont to be careful, they set off, leaving Benson to care for the horses and prepare such an evening meal as their stores af forded. Luckily the scout had brought down half a dozen good-sized birds, and these he now prepared to broil in true hunter style.

The front chamber of the cave was somewhat semi-circular, and behind this were several other irregular apartments, running down to a passage way which wound in and out between jagged rocks almost impossible to climb or explore in any manner. At a distance could be heard the trick ling of water, but where this came from, or where it went to, nobody in the cave could imagine.

The boys advanced from one opening to an other with care, one with his torch held high, that they might see ahead, and the other with the light close to the ground, to warn them of a possible pit fall.

" A regiment of soldiers could quarter in here," observed Darry, as they pushed on. " What a defense it would make ! "

" An enemy could fire right into the entrance. And, besides, supposing the enemy started to smoke you out ? I can smell the smoke from the camp-fire away back here."

At last the two boys reached the passageway back of the rear chamber, and here came to a halt.

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The dropping water could be plainly heard, and Joe flashed his torch in several directions in the hope of catching sight of the stream.

" I'm going to climb the rocks," he said, after a pause. " Perhaps there is another opening be hind them."

" Remember what Benson said, and be careful," cautioned his cousin. " There is no use in taking a risk for nothing."

" Yes, I'll be careful," answered Joe, and crawled forward with care. Darry held his torch as high up as possible, to light the way.

The youth had advanced a distance of fifty feet when he came to a turn in the passageway. Here the side walls were not over two yards ap:rt, while the roof could be touched with ease.

Thinking the walking better at this point, Joe struck out once more. The flare from his torch showed him something of a chamber ahead, and the water sounded closer than ever.

But hardly had the lad taken a dozen steps when the smooth rock upon which he was advancing tilted up, sending him headlong. As he went down the torch was knocked from his hand. Then he slid forward into the darkness.

" Help ! " he managed to cry. " Help! "

" What's up ? " came from Darry, but the words were drowned out in the crashing of one stone against another. In the meantime Joe had fallen, he knew not whither. He landed on some soft ground, turned over and slid along, and then took a second drop. A stone fell beside him and pinned his jacket to the ground.

For the moment the lad was too dazed and be wildered to do anything but try to get back his breath. Then, as it gradually dawned upon him that he was not hurt in the least, he endeavored to arise.

" Fast ! " he muttered, and tore his jacket away from under the rock. Then he turned about, try ing to locate his torch. But that was missing, and all was dark around him.

" I'm in a pickle now," he thought. " I wish I had taken old Benson's advice and remained around the camp-fire. But who would have imagined that big rock would play a fellow such a trick? How in the world am I to get back

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From a great distance he could hear Darry shouting to him. He tried to answer his cousin, but whether or not his voice was heard he could

not tell.

With his hands before him, he moved around, and scarcely had he taken a dozen steps when he slid down a rocky incline. Here there was water; and he shivered, thinking he might be dropping

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into an underground stream from which there would be no escape. But when af>ool was gained it proved to be but several inches deep.

As Joe stood in the pool there came a sudden rumble of thunder to his ears. He listened, and by the sounds became convinced that an opening into the outer air could not be a great way off. Then came an unexpected flash of reflected light on the rocks by his side.

''Hurrah, that light came from outside!" he cried. " I'm not buried alive, after all. But I may be a good way from daylight yet."

He had some matches in his box, and lighting one of these he discovered a passageway below him, running off to his left. Further on he picked up a bit of dry wood and lit this. It made rather a poor torch, but proved better than nothing.

" Now to get out, and then to find my way back to where I left old Benson," was his mental re solve.

With extreme caution he stole forward to where the lightning revealed a distant opening. He did not leave one foothold until he was sure of the next, for he had no desire to experiment with another moving rock.

The thunder now reached his ears plainly, and the lightning at times made the front of the cave as bright as day.

"It's quite another place," was his thought ' That dangerous passage connects the two."

Suddenly, as Joe was advancing, he heard a clatter of horses' hoofs, and into the cave ahead rode three rough-looking men, all armed with rifles and pistols and each carrying small saddle bags across his steed.

At first Joe thought to call out to the new comers, but he checked himself, for their appear ance was decidedly against them.

u I'll try to find out something about them first," he muttered. " Perhaps they belong to that gang of bad men Benson was telling us about yes terday." And then, as the three came to a halt in the center of the outer cave and dismounted, he crept closer, in the shadow of some sharp rocks, to overhear what they might have to say.

Chapter III. An Important Conversation

"WHO ever saw such a downpour before?" growled one of the three men, as he switched the water from his soft felt hat. " I'm wet to the skin/'

" I'm no better off," replied one of the others. " I think we were fools to leave Macklin's place, Gilroy."

" Just what I think, Fetter," said the third man. " We could have waited as well as not."

" Yes, we could have waited, Potts," answered Matt Gilroy; " but, to tell the truth, I don't want to trust Macklin too far. He might play us foul."

" He wouldn't dare to do that," returned Gus Fetter.

" Why not — if he thought he would get a re ward? " came from Nat Potts, the youngest of the trio. " One thing is certain, Macklin is crazy to make money."

" I know a thing or two of Macklin's past — that's why," went on Gus Fetter. " If he got us into trouble I wouldn't keep silent about him, and he knows it."

" Macklin is slippery, no two ways about it," said Matt Gilroy, as he took off his jacket and wrung the water out. ''I am not inclined to trust him, and that is all there is to it."

" Did he ever belong to the old gang? " ques tioned Nat Potts. " Some say he did, and some say he didn't."

" He was a hanger-on, that's all," came from Matt Gilroy. " He was always afraid to take the chances of being shot, but was on hand when the spoils were divided. They used him as a mes senger and a spy, but I don't believe he ever really helped to hold up a coach."

" Humph, then it's a wonder the old crowd had anything to do with him ! "

" Oh, they had to have messengers and spies, and they never gave Macklin more than was com ing to him, you can bet on that! I understand that when the Riverton coach was held up six years ago, and the gang got twenty-two thousand dollars, they gave Macklin five hundred, and he was glad to get that."

" That was a big haul! " cried Nat Potts en thusiastically. " I wish I had been in it."

" The gang was followed for two days — by the

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soldiers under Colonel Fairfield," went on Matt Gilroy, as he threw himself on the rocks, leaving his companions to start up a fire. " They had a hot time of it over to Bear Pass, I can tell you. Two men were shot, and one of them, Dan Hickey, my old chum, died from his wounds. They say Colonel Fairfield himself fired the shot that took poor Hickey in the head, and if that's so — well, I've got an account to square with the colonel, that's all."

" You can square that after we've had our little interview with the quartermaster," returned Gus Fetter with a hard laugh.

" That's right — we'll be sure to have the sol diers after us," put in Nat Potts. " They'll be doubly mad when they learn that the hold-up re sulted in the emptying of the box with their wages."

" It will be a good haul if it goes through, boys. The quartermaster will be carrying not less than twelve thousand dollars of the government's money besides his other stuff," returned Matt Gilroy.

Here the conversation came to a temporary end, for Nat Potts had produced a black flask, from which each of the men took a deep draught. Then Potts and Fetter started in to build a roar ing fire at which all might dry their clothing, leaving Gilroy, the leader of the crowd, to do as he pleased.

Joe had listened to the talk with mingled interest and horror. It did not take him long to realize the truth — that these men were thoroughly bad, and that they had been mixed up in road rob beries of the past and were contemplating another robbery some time in the future.

' They mean to rob the quartermaster of the fort, when he is bringing in the soldiers' wages from Rockspur," he thought. " And that leader is going to shoot down the colonel if he can. Who would imagine men could be so bad ! And that leader seems to be educated, too ! "

Joe would have been very much surprised had he known the truth, which was that Matt Gilroy, often called The Shadow, was a college-bred man, having passed through one of the leading insti tutes of learning of the Pacific coast. But, fol lowing this college career, Gilroy had forged checks and committed a burglary, in company with an old chum named Hickey, and then the two had left Sacramento " between two days." Hickey had immediately joined the " knights of the road " and been shot down, as previously mentioned. Gilroy had drifted first to the Mississippi and then to Denver, and had not gone into the mountains until later. Now he

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was at the head of a desperate gang, numbering ten or a dozen, who had already committed sev eral " hold-ups " of importance.

Soon the fire was burning brightly, and the three men took off part of their wearing apparel, that the articles might dry. They had brought some food with them, and as they sat eating and drinking they continued to discuss their plans. Nat Potts, who was not over nineteen or twenty, was evidently something of a new member, and asked many questions regarding the organization, and as he took in what was told him, so did Joe, listening with " all ears," as the saying goes.

' They must be as bad a crowd as can be found anywhere," thought the youth. " I wonder what they would do with me, if they found out I had been listening to their talk? Perhaps they'd kill me on the spot." And he gave a shiver.

The thunder and lightning had gradually abated, but with the coming of night the rain con tinued as steadily as ever. Fortunately for the desperadoes, however, the rocks sloped away from the entrance to the cave, so that no water came inside, while the fire made everybody quite com fortable.

Hardly knowing what to do, Joe continued be hind the rocks, taking care to remain in the shadow. More than once he was afraid one or another of the men would start to investigate the surroundings and that he would be discovered.

" I wish they would go to sleep," he said to himself. " Then I might get a chance to slip past them and their horses."

With great impatience he watched the men finish up their supper, get out their pipes, and fall to smoking. In the meantime the horses had been led to the opposite side of the cave and fas tened to the rocks.

As Joe waited for a chance to get away he won dered what Darry and old Benson were doing. More than likely they were looking for him. But were they in that other cave, at the narrow passageway, or did the old scout know of this second cave and the secret entrance to it ?

" If Benson leads the way around to here there may be trouble," he mused. " It would be better if I could get out and head him off. But if I do get out, how shall I turn to find the trail we were pursuing? In this darkness a fellow couldn't see his hand before his face."

At last Fetter threw himself down on a blanket to rest, leaving Gilroy and Potts still conversing earnestly by the fire. The two desperadoes talked in a low tone, so that Joe now caught but little of what was said.

The backs of both men were turned toward the

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side of the cave where Joe was in hiding; and, plucking up courage, the youth started forward on tiptoe, bent upon getting out of the cave be fore the men should make some move which would expose him.

Step by step he advanced, until he reached a point where he was within a dozen feet of Gilroy and almost as close to Potts. He hardly dared to breathe, and his heart thumped madly beneath his jacket. But the men continued to smoke an$ talk, unconscious of his proximity.

At the entrance to the cave the rocks were somewhat rough and the mist had made them slippery. Joe was crawling forward rapidly, when one foot slipped, and he pitched headlong, making considerable noise.

"What was that?" cried Matt Gilroy, and leaped to his feet. He had been gazing into the fire, and for the moment could make out little in the darkness.

" I don't know," returned Nat Potts. " Some thing moving around out there, I think." And the younger man reached for his pistol, which still remained in his belt.

As rapidly as he could Joe sprang to his feet. A good bit of his wind had been knocked out of him, but he felt that he must not delay, and he ran for the outer air gasping for breath.

"Hi! stop!" roared Matt Gilroy, catching sight of him at last. " Stop, I tell you! "