The Motor Boys Overland; Or, A Long Trip for Fun and Fortune

by Clarence Young

  CHAPTER XXVIII.

  WINNING THE CLAIM.

  There was but half a mile more. The two autos were now on the outskirtsof the settlement, and men gathered in the single main street to watchthe race.

  Suddenly Noddy's car skidded and he was forced to shut off the power.This allowed Jerry to gain a little. He quickly saw his chance.Resolving to risk everything, he turned on full speed and pressed downthe accelerator pedal.

  His car lurched forward with such suddenness that the youth was almostpitched from his seat. But he caught up to Noddy. The latter saw theadvantage that had been gained and tried a desperate measure.

  Turning his steering wheel he swerved his auto over toward Jerry's,intending to strike him a glancing blow and upset him.

  But Jerry was too quick for him. He got out of the way, though only justin time. Then he glanced up and saw, about one hundred feet in advance,a white building, with a sign reading:

  GOVERNMENT ASSAY OFFICE.

  He brought up his machine with a jerk by applying the emergency brake.Almost before it stopped he leaped out, but his coat caught on thesteering wheel and he fell in the dusty road.

  At that instant Noddy dashed up in his machine. He was quick to see whathad befallen Jerry, and like a flash was out of his car, and, with aproof of claim in his hand, he rushed for the door of the assay office.

  "No, you don't!" yelled Jerry, springing to his feet.

  He took after Noddy and caught him just as the bully was about to enterthe office. But one thought flashed through Jerry's mind. He must beatNoddy.

  He drew back his fist and, with a powerful blow that caught the bullyright on the chin, sent him sprawling away from the doorway and into thedusty street.

  "I want to file this claim," panted Jerry, an instant later, handingthe astonished Government clerk the proof Nestor had made out. The boyhad done the only thing possible under the circumstances to enable himto get into the office. He had knocked Noddy aside and gone in ahead ofhim, winning by the margin of a second.

  The commotion caused by the two automobiles racing into town, theconduct of the two boys, and Jerry's action had attracted quite acrowd about the assay office. People fairly filled the rough shack inwhich the agents of Uncle Sam did business, and the claim clerk wasso startled by the suddenness of the whole transaction that he stoodmotionless.

  "Aren't you going to file and record that claim?" asked Jerry, lookingout of the window and seeing Noddy limp to his feet.

  "I--I don't know--of course I am--that is----"

  "He isn't goin' to do anythin' until I have somethin' to say,"interrupted a rough voice. "I'm sheriff of this county, an' I'd have youautomobilists know that you can't come here lickity split an' not paythe damage. I'll arrest you both for exceedin' the speed limits."

  "What is the legal limit?" asked Jerry, anxious only about getting hispaper filed.

  "Seventy miles an hour."

  "My machine can't make over fifty if I was to run it at full speed on abeach track," replied Jerry, hotly.

  "Well--er--maybe I'm a leetle off on figgers," admitted the sheriff. "Itmay be seven miles, but you're both arrested--er--um--fer disturbin' thepeace. There, I guess you can't git around that. I may be a leetle mitehazy on law, but I ain't on fact. Do you deny that you disturbed thepeace?" and he turned to Jerry.

  "I admit I knocked him down," said the boy, nodding toward the bully,who was entering the room. "I'm willing to pay a fine for that if I mayfile this paper. How much do I owe you?"

  "We can't do business in that loose way," spoke the sheriff, with agreat sense of his own importance. "This must go through a regular form.You'll both have to go before the judge. I'll arrest you both."

  "But can't I file this paper?" insisted Jerry. "You can arrest me justthe same."

  "One thing at a time," went on the sheriff. "You come with me; let thejudge hear the case, an' if he finds you not guilty you can come backhere an' file fifty papers if you want to. But you can't now, an' Iforbid this clerk to take any papers from anybody until I come back."

  Jerry fretted at the delay. It was easy to see that in this rough,western town the authority of the sheriff was paramount. At first Jerrythought it might be a trick put up to benefit Noddy, but when he saw thebully was not allowed to file his papers either, he became convincedthat the sheriff thought he was acting within his legal rights.

  Followed by a big crowd, the officer led his two prisoners towardthe rude shanty where the judge held court as often as it wasnecessary. Noddy was plainly in a great rage, but Jerry took it all asgood-naturedly as he could.

  "You wait till Pud Stoneham and Tom Dalsett hear of this!" blusteredNoddy to the sheriff. "They'll make trouble, for they told me to be sureand file that paper as soon as I could."

  "What names did you say?" asked the sheriff.

  Noddy repeated them.

  "I'd give a good bit to see Pud Stoneham just now," remarked theofficer, in a peculiar voice. "But I guess he don't want to see me."

  "I'll tell you where you can find him," spoke Jerry, quickly, surmisinghow the land lay.

  "Where? Tell me, quick, boy! Are you tryin' to fool me?"

  In a few words Jerry told about the mine, and how he had left hisfriends besieged there by the gambler and his companions.

  "It's our mine, and I tried to file the claim before Noddy Nixon did,"finished Jerry.

  "And you'll do it yet," said the sheriff, heartily. "Here," he called tothe crowd, which came to a halt, "this case is adjourned indefinitely."

  "Ain't there goin' to be a trial?" asked several, disappointed in whatthey thought would furnish excitement.

  "Not now," replied the officer. "This boy, Jerry Hopkins, is paroledin my custody. Noddy Nixon is paroled in the custody of Bill Lamson,an' I'll appoint you a special deputy for the occasion, Bill. You takecharge of Noddy until sundown, when you kin let him go. An', mind, ifhe escapes I'll court-martial you, Bill."

  "He won't git away," said the new deputy, confidently.

  The crowd had already begun to disperse, finding there was to be nothingto interest them. Lamson went away with Noddy, who vainly protestedagainst being detained.

  "Now take me to Pud Stoneham," said the sheriff to Jerry. "I've beenlookin' for him for 'most a month. He's wanted for a dozen crimes. Well,well, this is luck!"

  "What about filing the claim?" asked Jerry, not losing sight of hisimportant mission.

  "You kin attend to that right off," was the answer. "Then take me to themine an' I'll attend to Pud Stoneham."

  Jerry lost no time in filing a formal proof of claim to the mine, andsaw the record made in the Government books. Then, with a lighter heartthan he had known for many a day, feeling that at least part of the hardwork was over, he went to the auto, where the sheriff was waiting.

  "I'll take you out in the car," said Jerry.

  "I'd a heap sight rather have a mule," commented the officer, eyeing themachine with a suspicious glance, "but I s'pose this is quicker. Don'tupset, now."

  "I won't," promised Jerry. "But, Mr. Sheriff, hadn't you better takesome help along? Pud and Dalsett are well armed."

  "That's so. I'll swear in a couple of deputies," said the officer."Here, you," he called to two men passing by, "come with me, I may needyou. Hold up your right hands. You swear to do whatever I tell you to,all right. I owe you fifty cents apiece, but you'll have to git change.Never mind now, jump in the shebang. We're after a man."

  Then the sheriff paused to take a much-needed breath. The two men, whodidn't seem surprised at being so suddenly called on to act, took theirplaces in the machine and Jerry started off.

  He exulted in his success, for he knew that, no matter what happenednow, the mine stood in the names of Nestor and the adventurers,including himself. All that now remained was to get the gold out.

  Jerry sent the machine along at a good clip. Mile after mile was coveredand at last the auto turned up the little valley leading to the mine.As the machine neared the hill in which the
shaft was sunk a sound offiring was heard.

  "They're fighting!" cried the boy, as he increased the speed.