human
Something curious about them air Arbuckles, observed Rasco as they flew along side by side.
gpt
Mortimer Arbuckle said as how he was coming hyer fer his health, but kick me ef I kin see it.
human
I think myself the man has an axe to grind, responded the leader of the boomers.
gpt
You know he came West to see about some land.
human
Oh, I know thet. But thar's somethin' else, sure ez shootin' ez shootin', Pawnee. It kinder runs in my noddle thet he is a'lookin' fer somebuddy.
gpt
Who?
human
Ah, thar's where ye hev got me. But I'll tell ye something. One night when the boy wuz over ter Arkansas City the old man war sleeping in the wagon, an' he got a nightmare. He clenched his fists an' begun ter moan an' groan. 'Don't say I did it, Bolange,' he moans. 'Don't say that--it's an awful crime! Don't put the blood on my head!' an' a lot more like thet, till my blood most run cold an' I shook him ter make him wake up. Now, don't thet look like he had something on his mind?
gpt
It certainly does, and yet the man is not quite right in his upper story, although I wouldn't tell the son that, Rasco. But what was the name he mentioned?
human
Bolange, or Volange, or something like thet. It seems ter me he hollered out Louis onct, too.
gpt
Try to think, Jack. Did Arbuckle speak the name of Vorlange--Louis Vorlange?
human
By gosh! Pawnee, you hev struck it--Vorlange, ez plain ez day. Do yer know the man?
gpt
Do I know him? Pawnee Brown drew a long breath.
human
Jack, I believe I once told you about my schoolboy days at Wellington and elsewhere before I left home to take up a life on the cattle trails?
gpt
Yes, Pawnee. From all accounts you wuz cut out for a schoolmaster, instead of a leader of us boomers.
human
I was a professor once at the Indian Industrial school at Pawnee Agency. That is where I got to be called Pawnee Brown, and where the Pawnees became so friendly that they made me their white chief. But I aspired to something more than teaching and more than cow punching in those boyhood days at Wellington; I wanted to have a try at entrance to West Point and follow in the footsteps of Grant and Custer, and fellows of that sort.
gpt
Ye deserved it, I'll bet, Pawnee.
human
I worked hard for it, and at last I got a chance to compete at the examination. Among the other boys who competed was Louis Vorlange. He had been the bully of our school, and more than once we had fought, and twice I had sent him to bed with a head that was nearly broken. He hated me accordingly, and swore I should not win the prize I coveted.
gpt
Did he try, too?
human
Yes, but he was outclassed from the start, for, although he was sly and shrewd, book learning was too much for him. The examination came off, and I got left, through Vorlange, who stole my papers and changed many of my answers. I didn't learn of this until it was too late. My chance of going to West Point fell through. There was nothing to do but to thrash Vorlange, and the day before I left home I gave him a licking that I'll wager he'll remember to the day of his death. As it was, he tried to shoot me, but I collared the pistol, and for that dastardly attack knocked two of his teeth down his throat.
gpt
Served him right, Pawnee. But I don't see whar--
human
Hold on a minute, Jack. I said Vorlange didn't go to West Point; but he was strong with the politicians, and as soon as he was old enough he got a position under the government, and now I understand he is somewhere around the Indian Territory acting as a spy for the land department.
gpt
By gosh! I see. An' ye think Mortimer Arbuckle knows this same chap?
human
It would look so. If I can read faces, the old man is innocent of wrong-doing, and if that is so and there is the secret of a crime between him and Louis Vorlange you can wager Vorlange is the guilty party.
gpt
Pawnee, you hev a head on yer shoulders fit fer a judge, hang me ef ye ain't, burst out Jack Rasco admiringly.
human
I wish yer would talk to Arbuckle the next time he turns up. Mebbe yer kin lift a weight off o' his shoulders. The poor old fellow--creation! wot's that?