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Sewall said calmly, “I believe that is the swiftest run I’ve ever had.”
The boss said, “By Godfrey, that was fun!”
They camped at dark with no sign that the fugitives were within reach. Wil and his uncle put up the tent. The three of them huddled inside under the post lantern. Roosevelt kept busy reading A
Roosevelt put away his writing box. He gri
Wil thought, I shall hit him with my fist if I hear one more “By Godfrey this is fun!”
On the third day they found the stolen Mackinaw boat.
It was tethered to a rock near a clump of undersized cotton woods. The ferocious current nearly carried them past it but they made a landing.
Roosevelt was first ashore, as they all leaped from the boat brandishing rifles and revolvers. Campfire smoke curled up from the lee of the cottonwoods. Uncle Bill had a quick look at the Mackinaw boat and nodded his head, pronouncing it sound. Roosevelt pointed toward the cooksmoke. Then he jabbed his rifle first to the right, then to the left, indicating that he wanted them to disperse and converge upon the camp. They separated to move inland. Feeling the beat of his pulse, Wil cocked both hammers of his ten-gauge Parker. There were sixteen buckshot in each cartridge—enough to mince a man.
He crept among the bushes.
When his hands were ready to fall off in ice splinters he heard Roosevelt’s loud high-pitched cry: “Put up your hands!”
Hurrying around from behind the cottonwoods Wil caught the sorry sight of Dutch Reuter at the campfire, hands in the air quivering.
Roosevelt’s voice ran forward out of the trees: “Are you alone here?”
“Right now I am.”
“Dutch, what on earth are you doing here?”
“To get warm trying.”
“Well old fellow, I advise you to offer no resistance.”
“Yah. All right.”
Dutch seemed sheepish, and in a way glad to see them. Uncle Bill ventured out of the woods. When his appearance drew no fire he advanced into the camp.
“You look underfed, Dutch.”
“Not much food. Three weeks on the run I have been.”
Wil came out. Roosevelt said to Dutch, “We are going to have to take your weapons,” and when there was no objection Wil helped his uncle disarm Dutch—two holster guns, a pocket pepperbox, a big knife and a little knife and a rifle leaning against a stump.
Roosevelt kneeled down to put wood on the fire and said, “Dutch, you are a blue-rumped ape. I had not hoped to meet you again in circumstances such as these.”
Dutch rolled a smoke and accepted the chastisement without comment.
Uncle Bill said, “It ever occur to you about the irony in stealing a boat that belongs to the very man who saved your life more than once just lately?”
Dutch said, “Shut up, Bill.”
“The devil I will. Who’s with you?”
“Red and Frank.” That would be Fi
“And I guess you’d be on the run from the Stranglers?”
“Yah,” said Dutch. “They us on the list put.”
“That’s no justification for stealing a boat that isn’t your property,” said Roosevelt.
“Yes sir.” Dutch offered no argument.
Wil said, “Fi
“Hunting. Food.”
Uncle Bill said, “Keep the fire burning. They’ll be back.”
They waited in ambush. The chinook had died; the air was still and cold. There was no sound except the lash of the river and a grinding of pack ice.
Tight with strain Wil listened for sounds and kept thinking of the things that could go wrong. He mistrusted the silence; he strained his ears against it and half a dozen times thought he heard things but there was nothing and then suddenly without warning Redhead Fi
Frank O’Do
They walked silently into the camp. Fi
Roosevelt said, “Hold up.”
“Guns all around you, boys,” said Uncle Bill.
Wil said, “Over here too.”
O’Do
Roosevelt stepped into sight. Wil followed suit and he saw Uncle Bill step forward from the trees.
O’Do
Fi
“We are prepared to shoot you down if you offer trouble.” Roosevelt’s teeth flashed—a white rectangle across his weather-darkened face.
Fi
Frank O’Do
Redhead Fi
Uncle Bill said mildly, “Red, maybe you remember how we all saw how that fellow Calamity tried to fight the drop and died for his trouble? I still kind of remember how slippery the ground got underfoot with his blood. Is that a mistake you care to imitate?”
Fi
They searched the two thieves and relieved them of an arsenal. Uncle Bill borrowed Wil’s double-barrel and Wil said, “If you’re going to use that to cover them, be careful with it. The right-hand barrel goes off when you don’t mean it to.”
“If it happens to go off it’ll make more difference to them than to me,” Uncle Bill replied. He turned his head toward Roosevelt. “Now we’ve got them. What’ll we do with them?”
“What do you suggest?”
Cautiously Uncle Bill muttered, “Some might say why not just shoot them down ley fuga?”
“Because we are not murderers,” Roosevelt said. “Wil—your suggestion?”
“Well I suppose they ought to be hanged, sir, but I don’t know.”
“What makes you hesitate?”
“Well Dutch has been a friend of ours and all.”
“And that makes him less guilty than if he were a stranger?”
“Well I guess not, sir.”
“And so?”
“I don’t like the idea of hanging people, Mr. Roosevelt. There’s got to be some kind of difference between us and the Stranglers.”
“Bully. Bully for you. You have grown up a great deal, Wil. You’re absolutely right. Now there’ll be no more talk of shooting or lynching—unless they should be so foolish as to make a break for it. I assume everyone understands me clearly? We’ll take these three in with us and surrender them to the lawfully constituted authorities and they’ll be prosecuted in a court of law.”
“So’s the Stranglers can hang us proper,” said Fi
Roosevelt said, “You have our protection against the Stranglers, Mr. Fi
That made Fi
Before they lost the light entirely Roosevelt set up his glass-plate camera and had Wil and Uncle Bill take pictures of Roosevelt holding the three boat thieves at rifle-point. The capture of the thieves, Roosevelt said, would make a good chapter for his new book about the West.