Arizona -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Guardian and ward -- Juvenile fiction; Ranch life -- Juvenile fiction
Virginia sank on the bed truly the picture of despair. “Oh, Megsy,
what shall I do?” she said, “but first I’ll read you the message.
‘Dear sister. I find the ore to be of excellent quality; the best I
do believe that has been found in these parts for many years. Pat
Mahoy and I must go at once to Douglas and record the location
papers. Send one of the cow-boys to stay in the hut on Second Peak
until we return. Tell him that he is to report to me if he sees
anyone lurking about the property.
“‘Hastily, Malcolm.’”
Virginia looked up woefully. “If only I had been able to read the
message before I told Slim to join Rusty in the north! That is fully
two hours ago and by this time he is far out of reach. However, he
might have gone by the way of the Dartly Ranch, and, if he did, I am
sure that Mrs. Dartly would have insisted upon his remaining there
for the noon meal. I’ll call up and inquire.”
Skipping to the telephone in the living-room, Virginia was soon
talking with her nearest neighbor four miles away. “Slim isn’t here
now,” that good woman replied. “He did stop some time ago and I
asked him to stay to lunch but he said he had some business to talk
over with old Mr. Dodd up at Double Cross Ranch and that he would
get some frijoles there. If it’s very important Virginia, I could
send my boy over to the Dodds, but it would be several hours before
he could make the round trip. It’s a pity now that they haven’t a
’phone.”
“No, indeed, don’t send Jack. I’ll just have to manage some way
without Slim. Thank you, Mrs. Dartly.”
Margaret was standing near, eagerly waiting for Virginia to finish
the telephone conversation.
The western girl rose with a determined expression in her eyes as
she said: “Megsy, there is only one thing left to do, and I’m going
to do it.”
“What is it?” the eastern girl asked.
“It is that I must go myself and stay in the log cabin on Second
Peak until my brother returns from recording the location papers in
Douglas. He will have started already, believing that I will at once
obey his instructions and send one of the cow-boys to watch the
property, and since it is as much to my interest as his to have it
protected, I must go.”
Margaret’s eyes were wide with amazement. “Why, Virginia,” she
exclaimed, “do you mean that you, a mere girl, would go and stay
alone all night in an old log hut on that desolate mountain?”
Virginia nodded. “Well, then, I’m going with you.” Margaret’s tone
sounded as determined as her friend’s.
“But I couldn’t allow you to go, dear,” Virginia protested. “You
aren’t used to the loneliness of the mountains as I am. I love it.
Then night noises do not frighten me in the least and there is very
seldom a wild animal prowling about that is not more afraid of me
than I am of it.”
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