Edholm Lizette M.

The Merriweather Girls in Quest of Treasure


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"If you will ride in the work train ahead, you can go in there in a few minutes."

      "Oh, do let us!" cried Bet who was always ready for something different. "We've never ridden in a work train in our lives."

      With Sam's help they carried Mrs. Breckenridge across the broken tracks and into the work train. The girls laughed with pleasure as they settled themselves in the box car.

      Bet suddenly had a new idea. "Judge Breckenridge, the engineer says I can go in the engine with him, if you will let me. Please say yes," Bet's face was rosy with excitement. "This might be the only chance I'll ever have to ride in the engine, and I'd hate to miss it."

      The Judge hesitated but finally gave in. And when Bet joined her friends at the hotel in Willowmere she said:

      "It doesn't seem quite fair that we are starting out with so many adventures. It will make the summer seem so uneventful."

      "That's just what I was thinking," added Kit anxiously. "I'm so afraid you'll be disappointed. There aren't many adventures in the mountains. It is just one day after another. Nothing new, nothing to do, no place to go, and absolutely nothing ever happens, nothing thrilling, I mean."

      "That's what we've decided that we want this year. We'll learn to ride horseback well and we'll learn to use the rope, that is if we ever can, which I doubt," laughed Bet. "And we can read and lazy around. I call that an ideal summer."

      After lunch at the hotel, the girls started out to explore the settlement. "I love those adobe houses of the Mexicans," said Enid. "Let's go over and get acquainted with some of the women."

      But the women were shy. Most of them disappeared into the huts as they saw the girls approaching. Only the children remained and stopped in their play to stare at the newcomers.

      "Aren't they pretty when they're little! Look at those dreamy black eyes!" whispered Enid to Bet, who was trying to coax one small girl to come and get a piece of candy.

      Suddenly there was a scream and from the house at the end of the street a small boy dashed out of the door, his clothes a mass of flame.

      "It's Pedro Alvarez!" cried a Mexican woman nearby. But she made no attempt to do anything. And the other women were screaming but seemed helpless to rescue the child.

      Bet did not wait to ask for a quilt or rug, there was no time for that. She quickly slipped out of her dress, and catching the little fellow wrapped him tight in the gown, smothering out the flames.

      One look at the burns and she cried, "Oh the poor boy! Get the doctor quickly, Kit."

      While Bet held the child, Enid tore the half burned clothes from his body.

      "Bring oil!" Bet shouted, but the women seemed dazed and did not understand. Bet looked about her desperately. "Run to the hotel, Enid, and get oil, lots of it. Will that doctor never come!"

      Kit at that moment came running back with the word that the doctor was away and would not be back until noon.

      The child's mother stood helplessly by, wringing her hands in despair.

      She watched as Enid returned and poured the oil upon the burns.

      "I wonder what they would have done if we had not been here," whispered Shirley as the screams quieted down in the settlement. "They don't act as if they knew anything about such things."

      Bet held the little fellow in her arms until his cries ceased, then getting clean sheets and pillows from the hotel they fixed up a bed for him.

      Later on, when the doctor arrived and examined the boy, he declared he could not have given any better treatment than the girls had done.

      "I'm so glad we were right here on the spot," said Bet. "We were trying to get acquainted with the children when it happened."

      After the accident, it was an easy matter. The children followed them about the settlement and the women offered them all that their small stores contained. They insisted that the girls must eat tamales, enchilades, tortillas and all the other Mexican dishes that they cooked, with corn meal and peppers.

      And when the train left late that night, the whole settlement turned out to bid them good-bye.

      "What a miserable time we would have had," exclaimed Joy as she waved her hand back toward the station, "if it hadn't been for those Mexicans."

      Much to the disgust of Sam, a package had been sent aboard by the grateful mother of Pedro Alvarez. It contained more of the Mexican cooking that the girls had praised.

      But only Joy really cared for it. "Of course it burns, but can't you get that wonderful flavor?" she exclaimed as Shirley and Bet turned up their noses at the food.

      "You like anything that can be eaten!" said Bet with a laugh.

      Shirley had brought away many picturesque bits of western life from the little settlement. "If they just come out as lovely as they were in the finder, I'll have some beauties to send back to Colonel Baxter."

      The girls were too excited to drop to sleep quickly that night. Early the next day they would reach Benito.

      "Dad says that Tommy Sharpe will be there to meet us," said Enid. "I wonder if he has grown?" Enid had found this boy on Campers' Trail. He was half starved and ill. And when her parents had found her, Enid insisted that the child who had helped her, should be looked after. Judge Breckenridge, on the advice of the doctor, had sent the boy to his ranch in Arizona, hoping that he would grow strong.

      "Oh, I almost forgot about Tommy," said Bet. "Won't we be glad to see him!"

      "I do wish Dad and Mum would come to meet me. I don't suppose they will, but I don't see how I can wait until I get to the hills."

      "I think they'll come," said Enid.

      At the first peep of dawn Kit was awake. She dressed quickly and went to the window in the drawing room to watch the sun rise on the desert.

      Out of the violet-grey mist, streaks of rose shot out like long fingers, reaching far up into the sky. Kit stood it as long as she could alone, then ran and wakened the girls.

      "Do come, girls, you don't know what you're missing."

      Slipping into robes, they quickly joined Kit at the window.

      "Isn't this gorgeous!" Kit's breath came almost in gasps, so excited was she at the spectacle. "Now you never saw anything as gorgeous as that in the way of a sunset over the Hudson. Own up, Bet, you know you haven't!"

      "No, Kit, this is magnificent. Do you have this every day?"

      "Almost," she answered.

      The mountains caught the glow and turned to purple and rose, and deep shadows of blue, and sometimes a bare mountain side shone out like gold.

      Shirley had pointed her camera toward it, then put it away, saying, "It won't look like anything in black and white."

      "I am going to try and make a sketch of it," said Bet as she flew back to her room for her note book and colors. "But if I painted it that way, no one would believe it. It's too vivid, too spectacular!" she sighed.

      Kit often tried to sketch when Bet was at it, but this morning she was too excited to settle down. She walked about the car like a restless animal.

      She was glad when Sam announced an early breakfast. Not that she was hungry, but it put in time and that was good. The hour to wait until they reached Benito was one of the longest she had ever known.

      "The next station is ours!" called the Judge. "Everybody ready!"

      But Kit was already standing at the door, her suitcase beside her.

      Kit had tears in her eyes. It wasn't often that she gave way, but when the train pulled into the station, the tears were running down her cheeks.

      The Judge's car came to a stop at last at the siding of the station. Benito was a typical desert settlement, the very last link with civilization. For beyond the three squat adobe shacks, lay the sandy, cactus-dotted land that stretched far out in every direction to the rising foothills that skirted the rugged peaks.

      "Oh, girls!" cried Bet. "Isn't this wonderful?"

      "Yes,