The news=record. [volume] (Enterprise, Wallowa County, Oregon) 1907-1910, 1909-09-29
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CHAPTER XXI


In their faces as they stepped out upon
the Great River platform. There was a
hint Of storm in the air and clouds rode
swiftly overhead. The voices of the train
men and the throb of the locomotive, rest
ing for its long climb mountainward,
broke strangely upon the silence. A
great figure muffled in 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 morn
ing, Bishop"
Good morning, gentlemen" said Bish-
op Delafeld, peering into their faces. The
waiting porter took his, bags from him.
HAS the boy been found YETI"
mo"
IL should have gone on home tonight
If had known that. But what are you
doing here?"
Raridan told him In few words. They
were following a slight clue, and were
going over to the old Poindexter place, in
the hope of finding Grant Porter there.
Saxton was holding a colloquy with the
driver Of the station hack who had come
in quest Of passengers, and he hurried off
with the man to get blackboard.
The conductor signaled with his Ian
tern to go ahead, and the engine answer
ed with doleful peal of the bell. The
porter had gathered up the bishops things
and waited for him to step aboard
Never mind" the bishop said to him
II won't go tonight" The train was al
ready moving and the bishop turned to
Raridan and Wheaton. "I'l wait and
see what comes of this
Every WE'LL" said Raridan. Eve won't
need our bags. We can leave them with
the station agent"
Wheaton stepped forward eagerly, glad
to have something to do; he had not slept
and was grateful for the cover of dark
ness which shut him out from the others.
When Wheaton went into the station,
the agent eyed him curiously as he looked
up from his telegraphing and nodded his
promise to care for the bags. He remem-
bered Saxton and Wheaton and supposed
that they were going to Poindexter's on
ranch business. Saxton drove up to the
platform with the blackboard.
"All ready" he said, and the three men
climbed in, the bishop and Wheaton In
the back seat and Raridan by Saxton,
who drove.
The road proved to be In. better condi-
tion than Savton had expected, and he
kept the ponies at their work with his
whip. The rumble of the wagon rose
above the mems voices, and they ceased
trying to talk. The bishop rode with his
head bowed on his breast, asleep he had
learned the trick of taking sleep when
and where he could.
Wheaton felt the numbing of his hands
and feet in the cold night air and well
coined the discomfort, as man long used
to particular sensation of pain well
comes a new one that proves a counter
irritant. He reviewed again the grounds
on which he might have excused himself
from taking this trip. Nothing, he ar
gued, could be more absurd than this ad-
venture on an errand which might much
better have been left to professional de-
tectives. But 1t seemed far cry back
to his desk at the bank, and to the tasks
there which he really enjoyed. In few
hours the daily routine would be In pro-
eress. The familiar scenes of the open
ing passed before him-the clerks taking
their places; the slamming Of the big
books upon the desks as they were
brought from the vault the jingle of coin
In the cages as the tellers assorted II and
made ready for the days business. He
saw himself at his desk, the executive Of.
ficef Of the most substantial institution
in Clarkson, his signature carrying the
banks pledge, his position one of dignity
and authority.
But he was on William Porter's ser
vice; he pictured himself walking into
the bank from a fruitless quest, but one
which would attract attention to himself,
II they found the boy and released him
safely, he would share the thanks and
praise which would be the reward Of the
rescuing party. He had no idea that
Snyder would be captured; and he even
planned to help him escape IL he could
do SO.
They went forward slowly. The clouds
were more compactly marshaled now and
the stars were fewer. Suddenly Saxton
brought the ponies to a stand and pointed
to a dark pile that loomed ahead of
them. The Poindcxter house stood forth
somber in the thin starlight.
Saxton gave the reins to Raridan and
jumped out. "You stay here and III
reconnoiter a bit." he said. He walked
swiftly toward the great barn which lay
between him and the house. There was
no sign Of life in the place. He crept
through the barb-wire fence into the cor.
raj. He had brought with him key to