The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-01-09
BY MEREDITH NICHOLSON.

climb mounuainward, broke strangely
upon the silence. A great figure muf-
,Ihed IN a long ulster came down the
platform toward the vestibule from
| which the trio had descended.
Hello" called Raridan cheerily
/ there's only one like that! Good
morning, Bishop!"
Good morning, gentlemen" said
Bishop Delaf1eld, peering into their
faces. The waiting porter took his
bags from him. HAS the boy been
found yet?"
II should have gone on home to.
are you doing here?',
Raridan told him in a few words
They were following slight clue, and
were going over to the old Poindextel
place, in the hope Of finding Grant
| Porter there. Saxton was holding q
colloquy with the driver of the sta
/ ton hack who had come in quest OF
passengers, and he hurried off with
the man to get a blackboard.
The conductor, signaledi with his
lantern to go ahead, and the engine
answered with doleful peal Of the
bell. The porter had gathered up the
bishops things and waited for him tc
step aboard.
Never mind" the bishop said tc
him; 81 won't go tonight The trair
was already moving and the bishop
turned to Raridan and Wheaton. "I'l
wait and see what comes Of this
:. Very we'll" said Raridan. eve
won't need our bags. We can leave
them with the station agent Whea
have something to do;, he had no
slept and was grateful for the cover
of darkness. which shut him out from
the others. ,
Gentlemen with TASKS had better
take them, said Wary, opening hi!
bag. It's a cold morning.
"Wretchedly Incorporate man,
said the bishop. Where's yours, Mr.
Wheaton?'' II
7 haven't any, Wheaton an
swered.
When he went into the station tn
agent eyed him curiously as he looked
up from his telegraphing and nodded
his promise to care for the bags. H
remembered saxton and Wheaton am
supposed that they were going t.
Poindexter's on ranch business.
SaNton drove up to the platform
with the blackboard.
All ready he said, and the thre
men climbed in, the bishop and Whea
ton in the back seat and Raridan b,
y. .Saxton, who drove.
THE roads out here are the worst
|
. Its better thing that you know
. the way said Raridan. I'm a los
: child in the Wilderness
: IF you lose me, Wheaton can fin
the way said Saxton.
They could hear the train putin
far in the distance Its passage ha
! not disturbed the sleep of the littl
village. The lantern of the station
; master flashed in the main street a
, he picked his way homeward. Star
could be seen beyond the f1yin
clouds. The road lay between wire
, fenced ranches, and the scattere
! homes of their owners were indis
! tinguishable in the darkness Of tn
: night. A pair of ponies drew tn
blackboard briskly over the hare
rough road.
+ How far is it," asked the bisho,
Five miles. We can do it in a
> hour" said Saxton over his shoulde
3 We'll be in Clarkson laughing &
the police tomorrow afternoon if W
have good luck said Raridan. g
we've made a bad guess We'll snea
home and not tell where we've been.
The road proved to be in bette
' condition that Saxton had expected
l and he kept the ponies at their wor
:, with his wHYp. The rumble of til
r wagon rose 2above the mems voice
e and they ceased trying to talk. Rar
b dan and Sa,xton smoked in silenc
8 lighting one cigar from another. TIL