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  CHAPTER III.

  HELD FOR RANSOM.

  "Gone!"

  The professor was astonished.

  "Shimminy Gristmas! I don'd toldt you dot!" came from Hans Dunnerwust.

  "Yes, gone," repeated Frank, throwing the light about the room andfinally bringing it back to the bed of grass.

  "But--but it's impossible."

  "Impossible or not, it is true, as you may see."

  "But the man was dead--as dead as he could be!"

  "Yah!" snorted Hans. "Py shingoes! dot peen der trute. Dot man vosteader as a goffin nail, und don'd you vorget him!"

  The trio were silent, staring in stupefied amazement at the bed ofgrass.

  An uncanny feeling began to creep over Frank, and it seemed that a chillhand touched his face and played about his temples.

  Hans' teeth began to chatter.

  "I am quite ill," the professor faintly declared, in a feeble tone ofvoice. "The exertions of the day have been far too severe for me."

  "Yah, yah!" gurgled the Dutch lad. "You vos anodder. Oxcuse me while Igo oudt to ged a liddle fresh air."

  He made a bolt for the open door, and Professor Scotch was not long infollowing. Frank, however, was determined to be thoroughly satisfied,and he again began looking for the body of the dead man, once more goingover the entire hut.

  "The body is gone, beyond a doubt," he finally muttered.

  "There is no place for it to be concealed here, and dead men do not hidethemselves."

  He went out, and found Professor Scotch and Hans awaiting his appearancewith no small amount of anxiety.

  "Ah!" said the professor, with a deep breath of relief, "you are allright."

  "All right," said Frank, with amusement; "of course I am. What did youthink? Fancy I was going to be spirited away by spooks?"

  The little man drew himself up with an assumption of great dignity.

  "Young man," he rumbled, in his deepest tone, "don't be frivolous onsuch an occasion as this. You are quite aware that I do not believe inspooks or anything of the sort; but we are in a strange country now, andstrange things happen here."

  "Yah," nodded Hans. "Dot peen oxactly righdt."

  "For instance, the disappearance of that corpse is most remarkable."

  "Dot peen der first dime I nefer known a deat man to ged ub un valk avayall alone mit himseluf by," declared Hans.

  "What do you think has happened here, professor?" asked Frank.

  "It is plain Jack Burk's body is gone."

  "Sure enough."

  "And does it not seem reasonable that he walked away himself?"

  "Vell, you don'd know apout dot," broke in Hans. "Maype he don'd peliefwe vos goin' pack here to bury him, und he got tiret uf vaiting for derfunerals."

  "There must have been other people here after we left," said Frank.

  "Right," nodded the professor.

  "Bandits?"

  "Bushnell?"

  "One or the other."

  "Perhaps both."

  Frank fell to examining the ground for "signs," but, although his eyeswere unusually keen, he was not an expert in such matters, and hediscovered nothing that could serve as a revelation.

  "The man was dead beyond a doubt, professor--you are sure?"

  "Sure?" roared the little man, bristling in a moment. "Of course I'msure! Do you take me for a howling idiot?"

  "Don't get excited, professor. The best of us are liable to err attimes. It would not be strange if you----"

  "But I didn't--I tell you I didn't! The body may have been removed bythe bandits which hang about this section."

  "Or by Al Bushnell, Burk's partner."

  "Yes; Bushnell may have recognized him, although he did not seem to doso. In that case, he has been here----"

  "And that explains everything."

  "Everything."

  "He took the body away to give it decent burial."

  "And we have had our trouble for nothing."

  By this time the native undertaker got the drift of the talk, and set upa wail of lamentation and accusation. He had come all that distance atgreat expense to himself and great waste of time during which he mighthave been sleeping or smoking. It was robbery, robbery, robbery. It waslike the _Americanoes_. He had a wife and many--very many childrendepending on him. He had been tricked by the _Americanoes_, and he wouldcomplain that he had been cheated. They should be arrested; they shouldbe compelled to pay.

  "Oh, come your perch off, und gone took a fall to yournseluf!" criedHans, in disgust. "You gif me der lifer gomblaint!"

  The native continued to wail and lament and accuse them until Franksucceeded in quieting him by paying him three times as much as he wouldhave asked had the body been found in the hut. The old fellow saw how hecould make it appear as a clean case of deception on the part of thestrangers, and he worked his little game for all there was in it. Havingreceived his money, he lost no time in turning his cart about andheading back toward Mendoza, evidently fearing the body might be foundat last and forced upon him.

  "We'd better be going, too," said Professor Scotch.

  "That's right," agreed Frank. "There is no telling what danger we mayencounter on the plain after nightfall."

  "Vell, don'd let us peen all nighd apout gedding a mofe on," flutteredHans, hastening toward the horses.

  So they mounted and rode away toward Mendoza, although Frank was farfrom satisfied to do so without solving the mystery of the remarkabledisappearance.

  Darkness was falling heavily on the plain, across which a cool andrefreshing breath came from the distant mountains.

  Frank kept his eyes open for danger, more than half expecting to runupon a gang of bandits at any moment. As they approached the town theybegan to breathe easier, and, before long, they were riding along thedusty road that led into the little town.

  Entering Mendoza they found on each hand low buildings connected bylong, white adobe walls, against which grew prickly pears in abundance,running in straggling lines away out upon the open country.

  About the edges of the town were little fires, winking redly here andthere, with earthen pots which were balanced on smoldering embers rakedout from the general mass.

  Withered and skinny old hags were crooning over the pots, surrounded byswarthy children and lazy men, who were watching the preparation of theevening meal.

  Groups of peons, muffled to the eyes with their serapes, were sittingwith their backs to the adobe walls, apparently fast asleep; but Franknoted that glittering, black eyes peered out from between the serapesand the huts, and he had no doubt but that many of the fellows wouldwillingly cut a throat for a ridiculously small sum of money.

  Within the town it was different. All day the window shutters had beenclosely barred, but now they were flung wide, and the flash of dark eyesor the low, musical laugh of a senorita told that the maidens who hadlolled all the hot day were now astir.

  Doors were flung wide, and houses which at midday had seemed uninhabitedwere astir with life. In the patios beautiful gardens were blooming, andthrough iron gates easy-chairs and hammocks could be seen.

  Many of the senoritas had come forth, and were strolling in groups ofthrees or fours, dressed in pink and white lawn, with Spanish veils andfans. The most of them wore white stockings and red-heeled slippers.

  Many a witching glance was shyly cast at Frank, but his mind was sooccupied that he heeded none of them.

  The hotel was reached, and they were dismounting, when a battered andtattered old man, about whose shoulders was cast a ragged blanket, andwhose face was hidden by a scraggly, white beard, came up with afaltering step.

  "Pardon me," he said, in a thin, cracked voice, "I see you areAmericans, natives of the States, Yankees, and, as I happen to be fromMichigan, I hasten to speak to you. I know you will have pity on anunfortunate countryman. My story is short. My son came to this wretchedland to try to make a fortune. He went into the mines, and was doingwell. He sent me home money, and I put a little aside, so that I had
asnug little sum after a time. Then he fell into the hands of Pacheco,the bandit. You have heard of Pacheco, gentlemen?"

  "We have," said Frank, who was endeavoring to get a fair look into theold man's eyes.

  "We surely have," agreed the professor.

  "Vell, you can pet my poots on dot!" nodded Hans.

  "The wretch--the cutthroat!" cried the old man, shaking his clinchedhand in the air. "Why didn't he kill me? He has robbed me ofeverything--everything!"

  "Tell us--finish your story," urged the professor.

  Frank said nothing. The light from a window shone close by the old man.Frank was waiting for the man to change his position so the light wouldshine on his face.

  For some moments the man seemed too agitated to proceed, but he finallywent on.

  "My son--my son fell into the hands of this wretched bandit. Pachecotook him captive. Then he sent word to me that he would murder my son ifI did not appear and pay two thousand dollars ransom money. Two thousanddollars! I did not have it in the world. But I had a little home. I soldit--I sold everything to raise the money to save my boy. I obtained it.And then--then, my friends, I received another letter. Then Pachecodemanded three thousand dollars."

  "Der brice vos on der jump," murmured Hans.

  "But that is not the worst!" cried the old man, waving his arms,excitedly. "Oh, the monster--the demon!"

  He wrung his hands, and groaned as if with great anguish.

  "Be calm, be calm," urged Professor Scotch. "My dear sir, you areworking yourself into a dreadful state."

  "How can I be calm?" groaned the stranger. "It is not possible to becalm and think of such a terrible thing!"

  "What terrible thing?" asked Frank. "You have not told the entire story,and we do not know what you mean."

  "True, true. Listen! With that letter Pacheco--the monster!--sent one ofmy boy's little fingers!"

  "Shimminy Gristmas! I don'd toldt you dot, do I?"

  "Horrible! horrible!"

  The professor and Hans uttered these exclamations, but Frank was calmand apparently unmoved, with his eyes still fastened on the face of theold man.

  "How you toldt dot vos der finger uf your son, mister?"

  "That's it, that's it--how could you tell?" asked the professor.

  "My son--my own boy--he added a line to the letter, stating that thefinger had been taken from his left hand, and that Pacheco threatened tocut off his fingers one by one and send them to me if I did not hastenwith the ransom money."

  "Dot seddled you!"

  "You recognized the handwriting as that of your son?"

  "I did; but I recognized something besides that."

  "What?"

  "The finger."

  "Oh, you may have been mistaken in that--surely you may."

  "I was not."

  "How do you know?"

  "By a mark on the finger."

  "Ah! what sort of a mark?"

  "A peculiar scar like a triangle, situated between the first and secondjoints. Besides that, the nail had once been crushed, after which it wasnever perfect."

  "That was quite enough," nodded Professor Scotch.

  "Yah," agreed Hans; "dot peen quide enough alretty."

  Still Frank was silent, watching and waiting, missing not a word thatfell from the man's lips, missing not a gesture, failing to note nomove.

  This silence on the part of Merriwell seemed to affect the man, whoturned to him, saying, a trifle sharply:

  "Boy, boy, have you no sympathy with me? Think of the suffering I havepassed through! You should pity me."

  "What are you trying to do now?" asked Frank, quietly.

  "I am trying to raise some money to ransom my son."

  "But I thought you did raise money?"

  "So I did, but not enough."

  "Finish the story."

  "Well, when I received that letter I immediately hastened to this landof bandits and half-breeds. I did not have three thousand dollars, but Ihoped that what I had would be enough to soften Pacheco's heart--to savemy poor boy."

  "And you failed?"

  The old man groaned again.

  "My boy is still in Pacheco's power, and I have not a dollar left in allthe world! Failed--miserably failed!"

  "Well, what do you hope to do--what are you trying to do?"

  "Raise five hundred dollars."

  "How?"

  "In any way."

  "By begging?"

  "I do not know how. Anyway, anyway will do!"

  "But you cannot raise it by begging in this land, man," said theprofessor. "This is a land of beggars. Everybody seems to be poor andwretched."

  "But I have found some of my own countrymen, and I hoped that you mighthave pity on me--oh, I did hope!"

  "What? You didn't expect us to give you five hundred dollars?"

  "Think of my boy--my poor boy! Pacheco has threatened to murder him byinches--to cut him up and send him to me in pieces! Is it not somethingterrible to contemplate?"

  "Vell, I should dink id vos!" gurgled the Dutch boy.

  "But how did you lose your money?"

  "I was robbed."

  "By whom?"

  "Pacheco."

  "How did it happen?"

  "I fell into his hands."

  "And he took your money without setting your son free?"

  "He did."

  "Did you tell him it was all you had in the world?"

  "I told him that a score of times."

  "What did he say?"

  "Told me to raise more, or have the pleasure of receiving my boy inpieces."

  "How long ago was that?"

  "Three days."

  "Near here?"

  "Yes."

  "How long have you been in Mendoza?"

  "Two days, and during that time I have received this from Pacheco."

  He took something from his pocket--something wrapped in a handkerchief.With trembling fingers, he unrolled it, exposing to view----

  A bloody human finger!