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BACK OVER THE BORDER – CONCLUSION
Taking stock of the situation Jack found that things did not look so satisfactory as he could have wished. The outlaws, with but two missing from their number, so far as Jack could tell, had now retreated back of what seemed in the nature of a fort, which might defy all the efforts of himself and two companions to break in.
The thing that worried Jack most of all was the fact that Perk had been wounded in the last exchange of fierce firing. Just how serious this might prove he could not say; but his chum’s left arm seemed to hang helplessly at his side; although otherwise the war veteran displayed his usual scorn of a little blood-letting on his part.
“Looks kinder like we might be up a tree, partner,” Perk hoarsely told him as they came together while dodging the hot firing. “Mebbe now you’d better gimme permission to heave a couple o’ them little tear gas marbles into that ere hole in the wall! See there’s a place right over that same heavy door they left open for ventilation like; I could make a little rush up and push the pills through it in three shakes o’ a lamb’s tail. Say the word, buddy, an’ let’s end all this guess work.”
Jack himself realized it would be their best policy; he had before then witnessed the effective nature of those same small bombs under conditions not so very unlike those now confronting them; and remembered how mutinies in jails and penitentiaries down in the States were being effectually quelled by the use of similar methods.
“All right, Perk, have your way; the quicker it’s done the better, for I must have a look at that arm of yours, old man.”
Perk seemed well pleased, and lost not a second in “getting a move on,” as he himself would have termed it. Making a speedy dash he managed to reach the vicinity of the fastened door, drew back his right arm, and then shot it forward. A second time was the movement carried out, after which he staggered along the rocky wall, and fell at Jack’s feet as if exhausted by his supreme effort.
Jack’s first impulse was to bend down in order to see what he could do to help his wounded pal; but Perk refused to be counted out.
“Go on and play the game to a finish, buddy,” snapped the other, managing to attain a sitting posture, and pawing for his gun, lying close by; “I’m all to the good – don’t bother ’bout me now – get your men first thing – I’ll hold out okay – go to it, partner. Gosh! jest hear ’em whoopin’ things up, will you?”
The inmates of the barricaded fort were indeed creating a frightful row, cursing, and shouting, and begging some one to open the door so as to give them fresh air, saying their eyesight was gone, and they were stone blind.
Red had taken up his position close to one side of the door, as if waiting to nail the first fellow who came staggering forth, groping in utter darkness, and with his eyeballs smarting frightfully; so there was nothing for Jack to do but back the efficient Mounty up.
One of the prisoners and victims of the tear gas bombs managed to remove the bar holding the massive door; and as they came staggering forth, one after another, those awaiting seized hold, frisked them for weapons, and with incredible swiftness snapped a pair of handy steel bracelets upon their several wrists.
It was soon all over but the shouting – there proved to be six of the outlaws, including the Hawk himself. The latter, when undergoing the agonies attending the effects of the gas, displayed no symptoms of his accustomed bravado, although he did not whimper, and plead, like some of the other victims.
Jack hastened to take a look at Perk’s wound, and found that while he had lost considerable blood, and seemed weak, there was not anything very serious about it – a rest of several days would set him on his feet again without any doubt.
Anxious to get back to the station with their prisoners they lost no time in looking over the secret hiding place of the now demoralized gang which could wait for another day; but loading the prisoners on the horses, made a speedy start. Three hours later what was their delight to suddenly meet a body of Mounties heading toward the scene of the recent battle; and at their head rode none other than Colonel Ascot himself.
As Dr. Hamilton was believed to be at the trading post, and Jack wished to have him look after Perk, they headed in that direction first of all, each of the troopers having one of the dejected prisoners in front of him astride his mount.
Their coming created quite a sensation at the post, and the old factor quite naturally rejoiced at the prospect of presently recovering all the stock so recently carried off by the bold swoop of the outlaw gang. Since the leading spirit of the organization, known to them only as the Hawk, was booked to be returned to Leavenworth; and the minor offenders would get their liberty cut off for years to come, it looked as though peace was likely to reign throughout that section of the Northwest Territory for keeps.
After Perk’s arm had been cared for it was determined to keep on in the direction of the Mounties’ headquarters, carrying all their prisoners along. They reached their objective about noon on the following day, not being able to make fast progress on account of the double burdens carried by the horses.
Then came the biggest surprise of all, so far as Jack and Perk were concerned. The former and Dr. Hamilton were having a little chat, and Perk on his part sat in the sun amusing himself by staring at something he held in his one good hand. Jack, as if by accident, steered his companion over that way, so they came up behind Perk, quite unaware of their presence. He was, as might be said to be his habit, talking with himself.
“Hang the luck!” they heard him mutter as if greatly annoyed; “there she slipped me again, jest like the greased pig they try to ketch in that silly game – I was goin’ to say that name as slick as you please, but now I lost connections again. Adrian – Adrian what?”
“Where did you get that picture?” demanded a voice close to his ear, as a hand shot out and snatched it from his grasp.
“Why – what – here, what business you got takin’ my property?” gasped Perk as turning his head awkwardly he looked in astonishment at Dr. Hamilton, strangely excited; while Jack stood by, nodding his head, and grinning, as if some suspicion he had entertained was now confirmed.
“Because he is my boy – I am Doctor Adrian Bahrman!”
When the surgeon said this as though determined to no longer hide his identity behind a false name, Perk gave a tremendous start, and turning to Jack cried out:
“Hot diggetty dig! did you hear that, partner – he said it, the name I been tryin’ to get out for ever so long! Knowed it was somethin’ that begun with a B, didn’t I tell you? Now I c’n get some peace, anyway. An’ me always wonderin’ where I’d seen a face like you’rn, Doc. Shake hands on that.”
Of course Jack had to tell the story, and when the thrilled doctor learned how Perk had evidently saved the lives of his dear ones he again wrung the unbandaged hand of that individual with might and main, tears streaming down his cheeks.
They had decided to spend several more days at the station, so Perk would be in condition for the return trip; and there were frequent occasions for the whole story to be told on both sides.
Dr. Bahrman told them just why he had been influenced to hide himself away up in the wilderness – he had been betrayed by a cousin of his wife’s, who had once been a suitor for her hand in marriage. So cleverly had a plot been woven around him that through circumstantial evidence it seemed as though he were guilty of a forgery, and when out on bail he had been urged to flee, especially by his wife.
When he learned how Adrian’s mother was now searching for him, with good news of some sort, he decided to go back to the States with Jack, and take his chances of being freed from the odium of being a fugitive from justice.
But just the same a turn of Fortune’s wheel decided that this should not be – that having suffered for all these months from the outrageous flings of malice and hatred, things had suddenly changed for the better.
On the day before the one selected for making a start in the airship, carrying their moody captive with them, there was a sudden burst of shouting; and as Jack hurried out of the log building he was thrilled to catch the strangely familiar throbbing sound of a plane in the heavens. They stood there, every one at the station, watching the oncoming of a sky-racer; and even before it dropped down Perk had pronounced it a new-model Sikorsky Amphibian, Wasp powered, he being more or less of an authority on such matters.
But as it turned out that was only a small part of the surprise awaiting them; for no sooner had the boat settled in the river close to shore than two men landed, helping a woman and a child along. Jack saw Dr. Bahrman start to run toward them as fast as his legs could carry him; and just as he was suspecting would prove to be the case, when the woman hurriedly snatched off the goggles and helmet she had been wearing, he recognized her as the mother of little Adrian, quickly to be wrapped in the arms of her eager husband; nor did the dancing boy have to wait long ere he too was held in a close embrace.
The story Mrs. Bahrman told was like a leaf taken from some volume of fairy tales. The wicked cousin had been overtaken by the penalty for his plotting, having been in a serious road accident when his car was smashed by a train at a crossing; but before he died he had the decency to make a sworn statement before a justice of the peace, entirely exonerating Dr. Bahrman from the forgery charge that had been skillfully woven around him, so that nothing now stood in the way of the reunited family returning to their former home, and taking up their lives just where this wretched happening separated them.
Mrs. Bahrman, remembering that she had a brother in the Navy who was an efficient aviator and had made quite a name for himself, sought his assistance the very day after she and her boy had been saved from the burning tenement in Salt Lake City, he being stationed in Los Angeles at the time.
This brother being in high favor with the authorities readily secured permission to use a new Government ship just placed in his charge; and carrying an assistant pilot, along with the two Bahrmans, started over the line for Canada, the devoted wife having in some way learned that her absent mate might be found in the vicinity of the advanced northern frontier post of the Mounties.
So after all, when Jack and Perk started on the following day, it was with the knowledge that soon afterwards the Sikorsky would be following them, carrying a happy party homeward bound.
They had no trouble with their prisoner, who seemed to be of a reckless disposition, and snapping his fingers at Fate – he only said he had had a run for his money, and could afford to let matters take their course – that a man could die but once, and after all they did not treat prisoners badly at Fort Leavenworth.
Having duly delivered their man to the Federal District Attorney in Spokane who would see that he was returned to the penitentiary, Jack and Perk again waited further orders from Washington that would send them forth upon yet another flight through the clouds, following the path of duty.