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Deering - -Release Date: August 18, 2016 [EBook #52832] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BORDER BOYS WITH MEXICAN RANGERS *** - - - - -Produced by Giovanni Fini, Roger Frank and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="limit"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="transnote p4"> -<p class="pc large">TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:</p> -<p class="ptn">—Obvious print and punctuation errors were corrected.</p> -<p class="ptn">—The transcriber of this project created the book -cover image using the front cover of the original book. -The image is placed in the public domain.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/fr.jpg" width="400" height="638" - alt="" - title="" /> - <p class="pc">Around a smoldering fire lay several men.<br /> -<span class="reduct">(<i>Page <a href="#Page_28">28</a></i>)<span class="vh">————</span>(<i>The Border Boys With the Mexican Rangers</i>)</span></p> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<div class="bord1 p4"> - -<h1><span class="mid">THE BORDER BOYS</span><br /> -<span class="small">WITH THE MEXICAN RANGERS</span></h1> - -<hr class="d1" /> - -<p class="pc large">By FREMONT B. DEERING</p> - -<hr class="d2" /> - -<p class="pc mid"><span class="smcap">Author of</span></p> - -<p class="pc1 reduct">“The Border Boys on the Trail,” “The Border Boys<br /> -with the Texas Rangers,” “The Border Boys Across<br /> -the Frontier,” “The Border Boys in the Canadian<br /> -Rockies,” “The Border Boys Along<br /> -the St. Lawrence.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/logo.jpg" width="150" height="182" - alt="" - title="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="d1" /> - -<p class="pc"><span class="mid">A. L. BURT COMPANY</span><br /> -Publishers<span class="vh">————————</span>New York<br /> -<span class="reduct">Printed in U. S. A.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> - -<p class="pc4 reduct">Copyright, 1911,<br /> -BY<br /> -HURST & COMPANY</p> - -<p class="pc4 reduct">MADE IN U. S. A.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CONTENTS</h2> - -<table id="toc" summary="cont"> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span></td> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr"><span class="small">PAGE</span></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">I.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">An Imprudent Bear</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">II.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Ruggles—The Derelict</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">III.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Jack’s Adventure</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">IV.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Battle Royal</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">V.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Caught in a Trap</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">VI.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">An Exciting Quest</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">VII.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Cloudburst</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">VIII.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Adrift on the Desert</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">IX.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Lone Rancho</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">X.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">After Midnight</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XI.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Trapped</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XII.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Gringoes Move</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XIII.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Senorita Alverado</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XIV.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">El Fiesta</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XV.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">By Fair Means or Foul</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_164">164</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XVI.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Border Boy Errant</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XVII.<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[<span class="mid">4</span>]</a></span></p></td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Trail of the Trembling Mountain</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_186">186</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XVIII.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Black Ramon’s Trickery</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_197">197</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XIX.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">What Coyote Did</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_208">208</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XX.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">With the Mexican Rangers</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XXI.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Captain Plays a Trick</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XXII.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Dwelling of a Vanished Race</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_243">243</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XXIII.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Heart of the Mystery</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_255">255</a></td> - </tr> - - <tr> - <td class="tdr">XXIV.</td> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Death Trap</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_266">266</a></td> - </tr> - -</table> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<p class="pc4 xlarge"><b>The Border Boys with the<br /> -Mexican Rangers.</b></p> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER I.</h2> - -<p class="pch"><span class="smcap">AN IMPRUDENT BEAR.</span></p> - -<p>Professor Wintergreen sat bolt upright amidst -his blankets and listened intently. Had it been -daylight, the angular figure of the scientist would -have made a laughable spectacle. But the canyon -in the State of Sonora, in Western Mexico, in -which the Border Boys and their preceptor were -camped, was pitchy dark with a velvety blackness, -relieved only by a few steely-looking stars -shining from the open spaces of a fast overclouding -sky.</p> - -<p>The night wind soughed in melancholy fashion -through the trees that clothed the sides of -the rugged abyss in which the camp had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> -pitched that evening, and the tinkle of the tiny -stream that threaded its depths was audible. But -although these were the only sounds to be heard -at the moment, it was neither of them that had -startled the professor. No, what he had heard -had been something far different.</p> - -<p>Waking some hours after he had first fallen -asleep, the man of science had indulged his sleepless -moments by plunging into mental calculations -of an abstruse character. He was deeply -engrossed in these, when the sudden sound had -broken in on the quietness of the night.</p> - -<p>“Bless me, I could have sworn that I heard a -footstep, and a stealthy one, too,” muttered the -professor to himself, “I must be getting nervous. -Possibly that is what made me wake up, and—wow!”</p> - -<p>The ruminations of Professor Wintergreen -broke off abruptly as he suddenly felt something -warm and hairy brush his face.</p> - -<p>“It’s a bear!” he yelled, springing to his feet -with a shout that instantly aroused the others,—Jack Merrill,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> -the rancher’s son; Ralph Stetson, -his schoolmate from old Stonefell; Coyote Pete, -and Walt Phelps.</p> - -<p>“A b’ar!” yelled Coyote Pete, awake in a -flash, “wha’r is ther varmint?” As he spoke, -the plainsman drew forth his well-worn old -forty-four and began flourishing it about.</p> - -<p>Before the others could say a word a dark -form bolted suddenly through the camp, scattering, -as it went, the embers of the dying campfire.</p> - -<p>“It’s a bear, sure enough!” exclaimed Ralph, -as the creature, a small bear of the black variety, -howled and stumbled amidst the hot coals.</p> - -<p>All at once its shaggy coat burst into flame, -and with a cry of intense agony it dashed off into -the woods.</p> - -<p>“Poor creature!” cried Jack Merrill, “it will -die in misery unless it’s put out of its agony -quickly. Pete, lend me your gun.”</p> - -<p>The plainsman handed it over with a quick -interrogation to which he received no reply. Instead,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> -Jack made a swift dash for the spot, a -few feet distant, in which the horses of the -party were tethered. Throwing himself on the -back of one, with a twisted halter for a bridle, he -set off in hot pursuit of the unfortunate bear.</p> - -<p>He could see it quite plainly as it lumbered -along through the woods, crying pitifully. Its -long coat, greasy and shaggy, burned like a -torch.</p> - -<p>“Get along, Firewater, old boy,” breathed Jack, -bending over his animal’s neck to avoid being -brushed off by the low-hanging branches, for, -after a short distance, the tangle on the hillside -at the canyon’s bottom grew thick and dense.</p> - -<p>But Firewater, alarmed and startled at the -spectacle of the flaming beast rushing along -through the dark woods in front, balked and -jumped about and misbehaved in a manner very -foreign to him when he had his young master -on his back.</p> - -<p>But Jack never made the mistake of allowing -a pony or horse to think it could get the upper<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> -hand of him, and, consequently, Firewater soon -quieted down and realized that there was no help -for it but to go whither he was directed.</p> - -<p>At length Jack arrived within pistol shot of -the frenzied bear. Aiming as carefully as he -could for a death shot, he pressed the trigger and -the wretched animal,—the victim of its own curiosity,—plunged -over and lay still.</p> - -<p>“Poor creature,” quoth Jack to himself, “you -are not the first to pay the toll of too much inquisitiveness. -Gee whiz!” he broke off the next -instant with one of his hearty, wholesome laughs, -“I’m getting to be as much of a moralist as the -professor.”</p> - -<p>Having ascertained that the bear was quite -dead and out of its suffering, the Border Boy -remounted his pony and pressed back toward -camp. But as he neared it, it was borne in upon -him that the adventures of the night were by no -means at an end, for before he reached the others, -and while a thick screen of brush still lay between -him and the glow of the newly made camp<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> -fire, a sudden volley of shots and the clattering -of many horses’ hoofs broke the stillness.</p> - -<p>A touch of the heel was enough to send Firewater -bounding forward. The next instant the -brush had been cleared, and a strange spectacle -met Jack Merrill’s eyes. His companions, their -weapons in hand, stood about the fire staring here -and there into the darkness. A puzzled expression -was on all their faces, and particularly was -this true of the professor, who was scrutinizing, -through his immense horn spectacles, a scrap of -paper which he held in his hand. He was stooping -low by the firelight the better to examine it.</p> - -<p>“Oh, here you are,” cried Ralph, as the returned -young adventurer came forward into the -glow.</p> - -<p>“Yes, here I am,” cried Jack, throwing himself -from Firewater’s back. “I despatched that bear, -too, but what on earth has been happening here?”</p> - -<p>“Read this first, my boy, and then I will tell -you,” said the professor, thrusting the not over-clean -bit of paper into his hands.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Read it aloud,” urged Pete, and Jack, in a -clear voice, read the untidy scrawl as follows:—</p> - -<p class="p1 reduct">“Señors; you are on a mission perilous. Advance -no further but turn back while you are -safe. The Mountains of Chinipal are not for -your seeking, and what you shall find there if -you persevere in your quest will prove more -deadly than the Upas tree. Be warned in time. -Adios.”</p> - -<p class="p1">“Phew!” whistled Jack, “that sounds nice. But -what was all the firing—for I suppose that had -something to do with it?”</p> - -<p>“Why, the firing was my work,” struck in Walt -Phelps, looking rather shamefaced, “and I’m -afraid I wounded the man I shot at, too.”</p> - -<p>“You see it was this way,” went on Ralph -Stetson. “We were watching the woods for your -coming when, suddenly, a horseman appeared, -as if by magic, from off there.”</p> - -<p>He pointed behind him into the dark and silent -trees.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Under the impression that we were attacked, -I guess, Walt opened fire. But the man did not -return it. Instead, he flung that note, which -was tied to a bit of stone, at our feet, and then -dashed off as suddenly as he had come. What -do you make of it?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know what to think,” rejoined Jack in -a puzzled tone; “suppose we ask the professor -and Pete first.”</p> - -<p>“A good idea,” chorused the other boys. -“Well, boys,” said the professor anxiously, “not -being as well versed in such things as our friend -Mr. Coyote, I shall defer to him. One thing, however, -I noticed, and that was that the note is -worded in fair English, although badly written -in an uneducated hand.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe whoever wrote it wished to disguise -his writing,” ventured Walt Phelps.</p> - -<p>“That’s my idee of it,” grunted Coyote Pete; -“yer see,” he went on, “ther thing looks this yer -way ter me. Some chap who knows of a plot on -foot ter keep us frum the Chinipal, wanted to do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> -us a good turn, but didn’t dare be seen in our -company. So he hits on this way of doing it -and gits drilled with a bullet fer his pains.”</p> - -<p>Walt Phelps colored brilliantly. He felt -ashamed of his haste.</p> - -<p>“Don’t be upsot over it,” said Pete, noticing -this, “it’s ther chap’s own fault fer dashing in -on us that way. I reckon, though, he kalkerlated -on finding us asleep, an’ so we would have bin if -it hadn’t a bin fer Mister flaming b’ar.”</p> - -<p>“The question is, are we to heed this warning, -or is it, what I believe is sometimes termed a -bluff?” asked the professor anxiously. He drew -his blankets about his skinny figure as he spoke, -and stood in the firelight looking like a spectacled -and emaciated ancient statue.</p> - -<p>Coyote Pete considered a minute.</p> - -<p>“Suppose we leave that till the morning fer -discussion,” he said. “In my judgment, it will be -best fer you folks ter turn in now and sleep ther -rest of ther night.”</p> - -<p>“And you, Pete?” asked Jack.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I’ll watch by the fire in case of another visit. -I don’t think there’ll be one, but you cain’t most -gen’ally always tell. Gimme my gun back, Jack; -I might need it.”</p> - -<p>There was no dissuading Coyote from his plan, -so the others turned in once more, and, despite -the startling interruption to their slumbers, were -soon wrapped in sleep.</p> - -<p>As for Coyote, he sat by the fire till the stars -began to pale and the eastern sky grew gray and -wan with the dawn. Except for an occasional -swift glance about him the old plainsman’s eyes -were riveted on the glowing coals, seemingly -searching the innermost glowing caverns for -some solution of the situation that confronted -them.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER II.</h2> - -<p class="pch">RUGGLES—THE DERELICT.</p> - -<p>But you lads who are not already acquainted -with the adventurous Border Boys, must be wishing, -by this time, to know something about them -and of the quest which brought them into this -wild and rugged part of the great Mexican Republic. -In the first volume of this series “The -Border Boys on The Trail,” it was related how -Ralph Stetson, a somewhat delicate young easterner,—the -son of “King Pin” Stetson, the railroad -magnate,—came out west to visit his school -chum Jack Merrill, the only son of a ranch -owner.</p> - -<p>The lads’ adventures in pursuit of a band of -cattle rustlers,—headed by Black Ramon de Barros,—were -related in full in that volume. There -also, it was told how they escaped from the mysterious -old mission and found a rich treasure in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> -a secret passage of the mouldering structure. -Jack’s bravery in preventing Black Ramon from -destroying a dam and flooding the country was -also an incident of that book. But although the -boys had succeeded in routing Black Ramon for -the nonce, that scourge of the border was destined -to be re-encountered by them.</p> - -<p>How this came about we told in the second volume -of this series, “The Border Boys Across The -Frontier.” Beginning with their discovery of -the subterranean river leading from the Haunted -Mesa across the border, the lads were plunged -into an amazing series of adventures. These culminated -in the attack on the Esmeralda,—a mine -owned by Jack’s father,—and the gallant defense -of it by our lads and their faithful friends. The -attacking force was composed of Mexican rebels -and they were only repulsed by an unexpected -happening. Black Ramon was active in this part -of the boys’ adventures, too. For a time it looked -as if they at last had brought the rascal with the -coal black horse to book. But it proved otherwise,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> -and Black Ramon once more made good -his escape from the arm of the law.</p> - -<p>Their adventures in Mexico over, and the revolution -brought to a termination by the abdication -of President Diaz, the Border Boys settled down -to spend the rest of their vacation in comparative -monotony. A few weeks before the present story -opens, however, an incident had occurred which -seemed destined once more to provide some excitement -for them.</p> - -<p>Mr. Stetson, whose railroad interests had -brought him to Mexico during the fighting days, -had paid a hasty visit to the ranch and spent some -time in consultation with Mr. Merrill. Professor -Wintergreen had also been summoned to the conference. -It appeared that the railroad king had, -some years before, materially aided a young college -friend who had fallen on hard times. The -beneficiary of his aid had, however, ultimately -wandered away from the position with which -Mr. Stetson had provided him, without leaving a -word or a sign of his destination. The years<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> -rolled by and Mr. Stetson had practically forgotten -all about the man, when, during his stay -in El Paso, a wretched, ragged figure had confronted -him on the street one day and disclosed -his identity as Stewart Ruggles, the outcast.</p> - -<p>Mr. Stetson, shocked at his old friend’s abject -appearance of misery and illness, ordered a carriage -and took him to his hotel. Here, after Ruggles -had been suitably clothed and fed, Mr. Stetson -listened to his story. After wandering off so -many years before, Ruggles, it seems, had fallen -in with bad company. He finally had become -connected with a bank robbery and had been -compelled to seek refuge in Mexico. After knocking -about for many lonely years, he became a -prospector.</p> - -<p>One spring had found him in the mountains -of Chinipal, with his burros and prospecting outfit. -He met with indifferent luck and was about -to vacate the country, when, one day, in a rugged -pass, he heard groans coming from the trailside. -Investigating, he found a Yaqui, who had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> -swept from his horse by an overhanging branch, -and whose leg was broken. With characteristic -brutality and callousness, the rest of the tribe had -passed on, leaving the wounded man to shift as -best he might.</p> - -<p>Ruggles, who had some rough knowledge of -surgery, set the man’s leg and tended him for several -days. At last one day the Yaqui was ready -to ride on. But before he left he confided to -Ruggles the location of a mountain known to the -Indians as the Trembling Mountain. In a cavern -in the interior of this eminence,—so the Indian -legend had it,—a vanished race of aborigines -had hidden vast treasures of gold and sacrificial -emblems of great value. Asked why, if this was -the case, his own tribesmen had not sought for -it, the Yaqui had declared that rather than enter -the mountain his fellows would cut off their right -hands. It was, according to their belief, guarded -by the spirits of the dead and gone race, and -terrible vengeance would light on the head of the -luckless mortal who offended them.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> - -<p>Under the Indian’s direction Ruggles had -drawn up a rough map of the location of -Trembling Mountain and then, determined to -investigate it, had set out for the north to find -proper equipment for his quest. But he found -the land in the throes of revolution, and where -he was not laughed at as a lunatic he was told to -wait till times became more settled. In poverty -and despair he was wandering the streets of El -Paso when chance threw him across the path of -his old college mate.</p> - -<p>Mr. Stetson, who had been known as one of -the most daring operators on Wall Street, believed -where others had scoffed. He agreed to -back Ruggles in his quest to any amount. But -while active preparations were still on foot, a -fever seized the prospector. His impoverished -frame was unable to resist the attack, and in a -few days he breathed his last, not before, -however, he had confided to Mr. Stetson his wish -that the latter would carry out the quest.</p> - -<p>The railroad king faithfully saw the remains<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> -of his unfortunate and erring friend to the grave, -and then began to consider the feasibility of the -enterprise to which he stood committed. It was -clear, he decided, that the mission was no ordinary -one. It could only be performed by trustworthy -agents, for, in the event of the treasure -being there, the temptation to play him false -would be tremendous. Then, too, it must be kept -secret, because, on the face of it, the venture -appeared such a far-fetched and desperate one -that unless success crowned it its promoter was -likely to be heaped with ridicule from one end of -the country to the other.</p> - -<p>Altogether, Mr. Stetson was at a standstill till -he suddenly bethought himself of the Border -Boys and their companions, Coyote Pete and -Professor Wintergreen.</p> - -<p>With his customary promptitude, he had lost -no time in getting to the Merrill ranch. At first -the rancher was unwilling that his son should -embark on such an enterprise, but on Jack’s -pleadings to be allowed to participate, he finally<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> -agreed on the condition, however, that no unnecessary -risks were to be run.</p> - -<p>The fact that Coyote Pete and Professor Wintergreen -were to go along played no small part -in enabling the rancher to make up his mind. -As for Mr. Stetson, he remarked:</p> - -<p>“Ralph will have to play his part in the world -before very long now, and such adventures are -good for him. They form character and make -him quick in action and decision.”</p> - -<p>And so it came about, that a week before, our -party had disembarked from, the queer little narrow-gauge -train at Esmedora, on the borders -of Sonora,—the starting point of their three hundred -and fifty mile trip into the unknown. Not -unnaturally, some excitement had been created -at Esmedora by the arrival of so many strangers. -It had been given out by Professor Wintergreen -that the expedition was a scientific one and their -real destination was, of course, carefully concealed. -Firewater,—Jack’s favorite pony,—had -been the only animal brought from the States by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> -the party, as it was understood that excellent animals -could be purchased in Esmedora. This -proved to be the case.</p> - -<p>Coyote Pete was provided with an excellent -little buckskin, while Ralph and Walt Phelps each -secured a calico pony. The professor’s mount -was a tall, bony animal, almost as lanky as himself, -but one which Coyote Pete pronounced a -“stayer.” Its color was a sort of nondescript -yellow, and the man of science, when mounted -on it with all his traps and appendages, cut an -odd figure. Besides the horses and ponies, two -pack burros were purchased to carry the somewhat -extensive outfit of the party.</p> - -<p>Naturally, in that sleepy part of the country, -such purchases and preparations caused quite a -stir. By that species of wireless telegraphy -which prevails in parts of the world unprovided -with other means for the transmission of news, -the information was, in fact, in the few days the -party remained in Esmedora, diffused over a considerable -part of the country round about.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p> - -<p>In due course it reached the ears of a person -to whom it was of peculiar interest. This individual -was one whom we have met before, and -whose presence in the vicinity would have caused -the Border Boys considerable anxiety had they -known of it. Who this man was, and what effect -his presence was to have upon events in the -immediate future we shall see before very long.</p> - -<p>And now, after this considerable, but necessary -digression, it is high time we were getting back -to the camp in the canyon where we left the lads -and the professor enjoying peaceful repose, and -Coyote Pete hard at work thinking. Before the -morning was far advanced, however, the plainsman -aroused his comrades and a great scene of -bustle was soon going on.</p> - -<p>While the professor visited the creek to indulge -in a good wash in its clear, cool waters, Walt -Phelps, who had already performed his ablutions, -cleaned up the “spider” with sand, and having -scoured it thoroughly he set about getting breakfast. -Coyote Pete attended to the horses and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> -two burros, and Ralph Stetson, always fastidious, -“duded up,” as Jack called it, before a small -pocket mirror he had affixed to a tree.</p> - -<p>As for Jack, while all this was doing, he set -off for a stroll.</p> - -<p>“Too many cooks spoil the broth,” he remarked -laughingly, as he started. With him he carried -a light rifle thinking that he might encounter an -opportunity to bring down something acceptable -in the way of a rabbit or other “small deer,” for -breakfast.</p> - -<p>His path took him by the spot on which the -night before he had killed the bear. The animal, -charred and blackened to a crisp, still lay there. -As he neared the place, however, a heavy flapping -of wings as several hideous “turkey buzzards” -arose heavily, apprised him that the carrion -birds had already gathered to the feast. -The lad noted that, before rising, the glutted -creatures had to run several yards with outspread -wings before they could gain an upward impetus.</p> - -<p>The crisp beauty of the morning, the smiling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> -greenery of the trees, and the thousand odors -and sounds about him all combined to make Jack -wander rather further than he had intended. -Then, too, a boy with a rifle always does go a -longer distance than he means to. That’s boy -nature.</p> - -<p>All at once he found himself emerging from -the brush at a point rather higher up the canyon -side than their camp in the abyss. So gentle -had been the rise, however, that he had not -noticed it. Before him lay a sort of roughly -piled rampart of rocks. The boy was advancing -toward these to peer over their summits into the -valley below, when something suddenly arrested -his footsteps as abruptly as if a precipice had -yawned before him.</p> - -<p>The sharp, acrid odor of tobacco had reached -his nostrils. At the same instant, too, he became -aware of the low hum of voices. The sounds -came from immediately in front of him, and seemingly -just below the rock rampart. With a beating<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> -heart, and as silently as possible, the lad -crept forward to ascertain what other intruders -besides themselves had come into the primeval -fastnesses of the Sonora country.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER III.</h2> - -<p class="pch">JACK’S ADVENTURE.</p> - -<p>A few stealthy footsteps served to bring him -to the edge of the natural rampart, and then, -removing his sombrero, he peered over. What -he saw a few feet below him caused him to exercise -all his self-control to avoid uttering a sharp -exclamation. Around a smoldering fire, above -which hung an iron pot that emitted a savory -odor, lay several men. Swarthy Mexicans they -were, with villainous countenances for the most -part, although, to Jack’s astonishment, one of -the party had a fair Saxon skin and reddish hair, -which, with his blue eyes, made him seem oddly -out of place in the midst of the dark-skinned, -black-orbed group.</p> - -<p>But Jack had little time to note these details, -for something else entirely occupied his attention. -This object was nothing less than one of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> -the party who sat somewhat apart, trying the -edge of a hunting knife he had been sharpening -upon a bit of madrone wood. In the hawk-like -countenance and slender, active form, Jack Merrill -had not the least difficulty in recognizing -Black Ramon de Barros himself. At a short distance -from the swarthy rascal grazed his famous -coal-black horse. Even in his somewhat awkward -position Jack could not repress a thrill of -admiration as he gazed at the splendid proportions -and anatomy of the glossy-coated beast, -through whose delicate nostrils the light shone -redly.</p> - -<p>“Lucky thing I’m down the wind from that -outfit,” thought the Border Boy. “I’ve heard it -said that Black Ramon’s horse can detect the -presence of a stranger as readily as a keen-scented -fox.”</p> - -<p>Most of the Mexicans were rolling and smoking -slender cigarettes of powdered tobacco and -yellow corn paper. These had occasioned the -acrid smell which had luckily betrayed the existence<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> -of the camp to Jack before a false step could -make them aware of his presence. Expelling a -cloud of blue smoke from his thin lips, Black -Ramon began speaking. He was addressing the -red-haired man who looked so oddly out of place -although he wore Mexican garb, red sash, flowing -trousers, short jacket and cone-crowned sombrero -with a mighty rim.</p> - -<p>“You are sure that this Ruggles was not mistaken, -Senor Canfield?” he was saying.</p> - -<p>The other shook his head.</p> - -<p>“I’d take my oath to that on a stack of Bibles,” -he said. “Ruggles was a pretty level-headed -chap although he led a fool’s life, and if he says -the In’jun told of a treasure in the Trembling -Mountain he was right.”</p> - -<p>“What puzzles me, though, is that he should -have told you of it as well as this Americano -Stetson,—curses be upon him,”—grumbled Black -Ramon. “If he was, as you say, ‘on the level,’ -why should he have betrayed his friend’s confidence?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Well, you see,” responded the man addressed -as Canfield, slowly, “Ruggles and I had roughed -it together a bit, and I reckon he was a little off -his head with worry and the approach of the -fever when I met him in El Paso. Anyhow, he -spun out the whole yarn, with the exception of -the plan.”</p> - -<p>“We can do without that,” said Black Ramon, -“I have often heard of the Trembling Mountain, -and can, I believe, find it without difficulty. But -you are sure that Senor Stetson has the plan?”</p> - -<p>“I know it for a fact. That was the reason -that I hastened to dig you up as soon as I knew -he was fitting out an expedition to go after the -treasure. I thought you were the most likely -man in Mexico to carry out the job.”</p> - -<p>“And you were not mistaken, Senor Canfield,” -rejoined the other with a gratified smile. “If the -treasure is there we will get it out, even if it -were only to obtain revenge on those Gringoes, -Jack Merrill and his chums. They drove me off -the border, they tricked me in Chihuahua, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> -now the cards have changed, and I hold the -trumps. But you are certain we are far ahead of -them?”</p> - -<p>“Positive,” was the rejoinder, “they are at -least two days’ march behind, and with our swift -animals we shall make the strike first, do not -fear.”</p> - -<p>Jack was puzzled.</p> - -<p>Clearly, from what he had heard, the Mexican -leader knew nothing of their doings, but that -they had started from Esmedora. On the other -hand, it appeared equally positive that Canfield -was the man who had carried the message into -their camp the night before and created so much -excitement. Jack noticed now, too, as a further -means of identification, that Canfield’s hand -was bandaged. Ramon seemed to notice this also -at the same instant.</p> - -<p>“Your hand is hurt, senor,” he said sharply, -with a suspicious inflection.</p> - -<p>“I cut it this morning while closing my knife,” -rejoined Canfield glibly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> - -<p>Ramson nodded and said nothing. In the -meantime one of the Mexicans had been busy -dishing out the contents of the pot and handing -portions about. The smell reminded Jack that -he was excessively hungry and concluding that -he had heard about all he wanted to, he prepared -to depart as silently as he had come. But as he -moved his legs an alarming thing happened. The -rock upon which he had been resting gave way -without the slightest warning. Jack made a desperate -effort to avoid crashing down with it, but -he was unsuccessful. With a roar and crash, -amid a flying cloud of dust, stones and twigs, the -rock and the Border Boy slid together into the -midst of the camp of the man whom Jack had -every reason on earth both to fear and detest.</p> - -<p>But even as he was making his avalanche-like -slide down the steep bank. Jack’s active mind was -at work.</p> - -<p>The instant his feet touched solid ground he -sprang upright with a terrific yell:—</p> - -<p>“Yee-ow-ow-ow!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Todos Santos! It is El Diablo,” shrilled some -of the Mexicans. But Ramon, superstitious as -he was, was not to be thus easily alarmed.</p> - -<p>“It’s a man!” he shouted, and then the next -instant:—</p> - -<p>“Santa Maria! It’s one of the Border Boys!”</p> - -<p>But so quickly had Jack moved that by the -time Ramon, the first to regain his wits, had recovered -from his surprise, the lad was already -among the Mexicans’ horses which were tethered -at some little distance. Jack’s quick eye had noted -that one of them was saddled and bridled. Like -a flash he was in the saddle, and plying the -quirt with might and main. Behind him came -a fusilade of shots, and he could feel the bullets -whistle as he crouched low on his stolen steed’s -neck. But he had assumed, and the event proved -correctly, that the Mexicans would not risk killing -one of their horses.</p> - -<p>“Don’t hit the horse!” the fleeing boy heard -Ramon shout, as he dashed off. He really had -no idea in what direction he was going, but flogging<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> -his mount with unmerciful ferocity for the -kind-hearted Jack, the lad made all speed from -the vicinity of the Mexican camp.</p> - -<p>“Hooray, I’ve shaken them off, anyhow,” he -thought to himself, as, after ten minutes or so -of hard riding he heard the shouts and cries -of the Mexicans grow faint behind him.</p> - -<p>But in this assumption Jack had reckoned without -his host, in the shape of Black Ramon’s -famous sable steed.</p> - -<p>As he drew rein he heard distinctly the sound -of a horse coming toward his halting place at a -terrific gait. No other horse than Black Ramon’s -could have kept up such a speed over such -ground, and Jack, with a sinking heart, realized -that if he did not act quickly he was likely to fall -into the outlaw’s hands once more.</p> - -<p>The spot where he had halted was a small rocky -eminence surrounded by the luxuriant fern and -scrub growth which clothed the rugged floor of -the canyon.</p> - -<p>To turn his panting animal and head off into<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> -the dense growth was the work of an instant. -Hardly had he vanished, however, before the -fern parted once more and disclosed the form of -Ramon’s black horse with the outlaw himself -upon his glossy back.</p> - -<p>Like Jack, Ramon halted as he reached the little -eminence, and listened intently. Despite the -speed he had made in pursuit, the black showed -hardly a trace of fatigue. His finely carved -nostrils dilated a little more than usual and his -large, intelligent eyes shone more brightly perhaps, -but that was all. He pricked his delicate -ears and seemed to be as keenly on the alert as -his master, whose face, just now, wore an expression -of almost diabolic rage and baffled fury.</p> - -<p>In the meantime, Jack was loping along at as -fast a pace as he dared to go. The ground, as -has been said, was rough and stony to a degree,—the -worst sort of going for one who wished to -conceal the sound of his advance. But there was -no help for it; press on the boy must, or fall into<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> -the hands of men whom he knew would give him -short shrift indeed.</p> - -<p>“If ever this old plug stumbles—”</p> - -<p>Such was the thought in Jack’s mind when the -exact event he had dreaded transpired.</p> - -<p>His purloined animal gave a plunge forward -as its feet caught in a rock and a tangle of fern.</p> - -<p>The next instant Jack was shot like a projectile -through space, while the horse, with an almost -human groan of pain, sank to the ground. At -the same time Ramon, halted on the little hill, -caught the sound of the crash.</p> - -<p>A cruel smile curled his thin lips, exposing his -long yellow teeth—almost like those of some beast -of prey. With a whispered word to his black -horse the Mexican outlaw plunged into the brush -in the direction of the sound which had just -reached his ears.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER IV.</h2> - -<p class="pch">A BATTLE ROYAL.</p> - -<p>Jack struggled to his feet and surveyed the -scene of his disaster with dismay. A brief examination -of his fallen horse told him that it -would be impossible to continue his flight on the -animal. Its knees were cut and bruised, and it -lay with an expression of dumb suffering in its -eyes that touched the sorely-tried lad’s heart. If -he had not dropped his little rifle in the excitement -of his escape he would have despatched the -creature,—risking the chance of detection from -the sound of the report.</p> - -<p>“Well, here’s where I take to Shank’s mare,” -murmured Jack, setting off once more,—when -something whistled through the air and settled -about his neck in a stifling coil.</p> - -<p>It was a rawhide lasso, hurled with deadly accuracy -by Ramon, who had entered the glade<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> -just as Jack arose from his examination of the -fallen horse.</p> - -<p>Before the boy had time to realize what had -occurred, he was yanked from his feet and -thrown violently to the ground for the second -time.</p> - -<p>“So I’ve got you fast and tight, at last, eh,” -sneered Ramon vindictively, gazing down from -his great horse at the crestfallen, dust-covered -boy.</p> - -<p>“Well, my young senor,” he continued, with a -vicious intonation, “I can promise you that this -time you will not escape so easily. This will be -a treat for the boys.”</p> - -<p>Jack answered nothing. He struggled to rise -but the rope was given a jerk by his captor which -brought him to the ground once more. He could -almost have cried with humiliation. At the moment -this was his overmastering feeling. Of -fear he felt little, but he would have given a lot -just then to stand up with Black Ramon in a -twenty-four-foot ring!</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> - -<p>Having “thrown” poor Jack very much as he -might have done a refractory calf, the outlaw -turned his attention to the injured horse.</p> - -<p>“So you have ruined one of our horses, too, -you Yankee pig,” he snarled; “well, it only makes -one more score to settle up with you.”</p> - -<p>He drew one of his big revolvers from its -chased leather holster, and carefully aiming it, -shot the mortally injured animal between the -eyes. The creature gave a convulsive shudder -and straightened out,—dead. Without another -word Ramon swung his black around, and before -he could make a move Jack found himself being -dragged over the rough ground at a swift pace. -Within a few yards his side was bruised and cut, -and the clothing torn from him.</p> - -<p>“Great heavens, if this keeps up I shall be -unable to move hand or foot,” thought Jack in -dismay.</p> - -<p>For a moment his heart failed him, and then -he suddenly bethought himself of his knife. To -reach it in his side pocket—for his arms were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> -partially free,—was the work of an instant, and -with one quick slash he cut the rawhide that -bound him.</p> - -<p>Released of its burden thus suddenly, the sure-footed -black lost its footing and almost stumbled.</p> - -<p>“Diablo!” Jack heard Ramon shrill out as the -Border Boy gave one quick leap into the dense -woods.</p> - -<p>When Ramon looked around there was not a -trace of the lad he had had at the end of his -lariat. Instead, a broken end of the rope dangled -on the ground, its ends frayed out.</p> - -<p>“Maledictions!” he yelled, all the fury of his -Latin blood boiling to the surface in an ungovernable -flood. “That cursed gringo pup has -fooled me once more.”</p> - -<p>In one of those meaningless frenzies of rage -into which his countrymen are apt to fall when -thwarted in anything, Ramon began to vent his -rage on the first animate object to hand. This -was the black horse. On the beautiful creature’s -shiny coat the cruel blows of the Mexican’s lariat<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> -fell furiously, raising great welts across the -glossy surface.</p> - -<p>For an instant the black quivered and stood -motionless. The suddenness of the attack dazed -it. But the next moment, its rage,—as ungoverned -as that of its master, surged up in its -equine heart. With an angry squeal it gave a -succession of huge bucks which would have unseated -any ordinary—or extraordinary rider,—but -which did not even disturb the Mexican’s -seat.</p> - -<p>Then followed a magnificent exhibition of man -versus horse. And it was not without its watchers—this -Homeric struggle for supremacy between -maddened man and maddened beast.</p> - -<p>Jack, from his hiding place in the ferns and -brush, heard the sounds and almost unconsciously -he drew closer to the scene of the combat. Parting -the ferns he peered through cautiously, and -then was held spellbound.</p> - -<p>If he were to have been captured for it the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> -next instant he could not have withdrawn his -gaze from the spectacle.</p> - -<p>With clenched teeth and face that was yellow -and drawn with rage, Ramon plied quirt and -spur. The big rowelled instruments he wore -tore great streaks in the black’s glossy hide. All -the time his quirt fell in a perfect hailstorm of -blows about the noble animal’s flanks.</p> - -<p>But if Ramon’s rage was impressive from its -very vindictiveness, how much more so was the -just anger of the big horse.</p> - -<p>Its delicately pointed ears were pressed close -back to its shapely head, while its eye gleamed -whitely. As the big silver-mounted bit of the -barbarous Mexican pattern cut and gored its -sensitive mouth, the animal champed and snapped,—like -a rabid dog,—till its great chest was flecked -with blood and foam. But it was unsubdued, as -unconquered as its master.</p> - -<p>“By George, what a rider!” was the involuntary -exclamation of admiration forced from Jack -as he watched.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> - -<p>And the next moment.</p> - -<p>“Gracious, what a horse!”</p> - -<p>Suddenly the black reared straight upward, -beating the air with its forelegs. For a breath -it swayed and balanced perfectly, and then, -losing its equilibrium—perhaps purposely—it fell -backward.</p> - -<p>A cry of alarm broke, against his will, from -Jack’s whitened lips. Ramon’s death seemed -certain. But instead of the black crushing his -body in its fall, the agile Mexican was out of the -saddle with the agility of an eel, and as the black -leaped erect once more its master was back in -the saddle breathing fresh maledictions and flogging -and rowelling more unmercifully than ever.</p> - -<p>But from that time on, there was no question -but that the animal realized that it had met its -match. Its bucks were no longer great, animated, -splendid leaps, driven by the force of its -powerful muscles. Instead, they were limp and -dispirited.</p> - -<p>But Ramon seemed bent on thoroughly humiliating<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> -the animal. Jack’s blood began to boil -as he saw the brutal punishment increasing in -violence as the black grew more and more subjugated. -Its sunken flanks heaved, its limbs -trembled and actual tears rolled down its cheeks; -but Ramon still flogged and beat and spurred as -furiously as ever.</p> - -<p>“Oh, that such a rider should be such a brute!” -thought Jack, watching the scene from his place -of concealment.</p> - -<p>“This has got to stop,” he determined the next -instant. So great was his anger at the brutal -exhibition that had he had his small rifle he -would almost have risked crippling one of the -Mexican’s arms or legs in order to end the sickening -brutality.</p> - -<p>But if Jack had not a rifle, he had another -weapon perhaps even more efficacious in his -hands. It will be recalled that Jack had performed -some remarkable feats of pitching at -Stonefell College, notably in the great game between -West Point and Stonefell. What more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> -natural then than that he should select from the -plenty about him, a small, well-rounded stone, -somewhat smaller than a league ball.</p> - -<p>Feeling sure that Ramon was too intent on his -punishment to notice anything else, Jack stepped -boldly to the edge of the little clearing, and with -a preliminary twist he sent the stone hurtling -straight and true at the head of the black’s tormentor.</p> - -<p>Like a tree that has felt the woodsman’s axe, -Ramon threw up his hands as the stone struck -him, and without a sound pitched out of the saddle, -crashing in a heap on the ground.</p> - -<p>Jack felt rather alarmed as he saw this. He -had not intended to throw quite so hard. For -an instant a dreadful fear that he had killed -Ramon—rascal though the man was,—clutched -at his heart.</p> - -<p>Coming boldly out from his place of concealment -he hastened to the fallen man’s side.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER V.</h2> - -<p class="pch">CAUGHT IN A TRAP.</p> - -<p>But Ramon was not dead,—far from it, in -fact. As Jack bent above him he reached back, -and with a swift, cat-like motion, whipped out a -knife and, balancing it on his palm for the fraction -of a second, sent it whistling past the lad’s -ear.</p> - -<p>Before he could rise the boy was upon him, -and for a space of several minutes they struggled -on the uneven ground, the exhausted horse looking -disinterestedly on. Had it not been for its -recent punishment it is likely that the brute might -have interfered, for some of the oft told tales -along the border concerned the black’s love for -its master. But as it was, it made no move, not -even when Jack, holding Ramon pinned to the -ground with one hand, with the other jerked -loose the lasso from the saddle, by its hanging<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> -end, and rapidly proceeded to bind the Mexican -fast.</p> - -<p>“Adios, Ramon!” cried the boy, as, his task -completed, he turned away.</p> - -<p>Had the black horse not been so completely -worn out it is likely that Jack might have commandeered -him. But as it was, he deemed it -wisest not to bother with him.</p> - -<p>And so he slipped away, leaving the exhausted -horse and helpless master side by side.</p> - -<p>After traveling some distance Jack began to -realize that his woodcraft was seriously at fault -somewhere. He had intended to make a detour -which would bring him around the outlaw’s -camp and enable him to reach their own bivouac -unobserved.</p> - -<p>Instead of this, as he now began to dread, he -had apparently headed altogether in the wrong -direction, for the country into which he emerged -after traversing the fern-brake and scrub-coppice, -was of a kind distinctly foreign to anything -they had as yet encountered in Mexico.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> - -<p>Almost bare of vegetation, it was riven and -split as if by volcanic action. The earth was of -a reddish color, as if it had been seared by elemental -fires, and the beetling cliffs rose threateningly -on either side.</p> - -<p>“What a gloomy place,” thought Jack, “it reminds -me of that valley in which Sinbad the -Sailor found the snakes and the diamonds. Wonder -if there are any diamonds here? Tell you -what, though, I’d give a whole handful of the -gems right now for a good square meal.”</p> - -<p>The thought of the appetizing breakfast which -had been preparing when he left camp made -Jack hungrier than ever, a fact which he had -not had time heretofore to realize in the rapid -march of events which had occurred since his -departure.</p> - -<p>The Border Boy looked about him carefully. -He realized that if not actually lost, he was in -grave danger of being so. The thought quickened -his faculties and he set about gauging his -position in real earnest. Having, by the aid of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> -the sun, calculated the direction in which the -Border Boys’ camp ought to lie, Jack struck out -for it. His way led him across a corner of The -Baked Land, as he had mentally christened the -dreary valley.</p> - -<p>He was hastening forward when, suddenly, -as he stepped into what seemed a patch of ferns -and high grass, the solid ground seemed to vanish -from under his feet.</p> - -<p>Straight down shot the Border Boy, clutching -desperately, as he fell, at projecting rocks and -bits of growth; but none of these remained firm -in his grasp.</p> - -<p>For twenty feet or more the boy fell, and then -suddenly his drop was arrested by a heap of -dried vegetation at the bottom of the pit or -crevasse into which his hurrying feet had led -him.</p> - -<p>So well had the deceitful growth on the edges -of this gulf hidden it, that it was small wonder -that Jack, in his haste, had not perceived it. It -was dark with a gloomy, damp sort of dusk in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> -the bottom of the crevasse, only a dim, greenish -light filtering in from the top.</p> - -<p>The reaction from his hopes of a few minutes -before almost unnerved the lad for the nonce, -but presently he marshalled his faculties and set -himself to the task of ascertaining exactly what -had happened to him, and what means of escape -presented itself.</p> - -<p>At a single glance he could see that there was -no hope of getting out of the subterranean trap -by means of climbing up the walls. Although -they were rough and might have afforded a foothold, -they overhung the floor of the pit at such -an angle that even a fly would have found it difficult -to maintain a foothold on them.</p> - -<p>Yet rescue himself he must, or face death in -that gloomy place. Without any definite idea in -his mind, Jack struck off along the bottom of the -abyss, which was overgrown with a short, coarse -sort of grass of a pallid green color.</p> - -<p>As he moved along his progress was suddenly -arrested. His foot had encountered something<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> -that wriggled and squirmed horribly under his -sole. It was a sickening sensation, this, of feeling -that squirmy mass under his foot.</p> - -<p>Jack stepped hastily back. As he did so something -brown and mottled slid off through the -grass, hissing angrily. As it went there came a -dry sort of sound, like the rattling of peas in a -bladder. At the same time a nauseating musky -odor filled the air.</p> - -<p>“This place may be alive with rattlers!” -thought Jack, glancing nervously about him.</p> - -<p>As he spoke he thought that from a dark corner -at the further end of the rocky pit he could -hear a sort of scuffling and rustling, unpleasantly -suggestive of intertwined masses of scaly bodies -writhing and contorting in snaky knots. At any -rate, he decided to explore the rift no further in -that direction. Instead, he turned back and sitting -down on a projecting bit of rock,—after first -carefully reviewing the surroundings,—Jack set -himself to some hard thinking.</p> - -<p>If only he had possessed a rifle or a revolver,—or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> -even a knife,—his situation would have been -different. By firing the weapons he might have -attracted attention to his dilemma, and with the -knife it might have been feasible to cut steps in -the walls at some other part of the crevasse.</p> - -<p>Then, too, there is something in the mere feel -of the good wood and steel of a rifle that gives a -fellow confidence and courage. It seems like a -friend or at least a protector. But poor Jack -had none of this comfort He was trapped in -the bowels of the earth with only his bare hands -to aid him out of his difficulties.</p> - -<p>As it was unthinkable to dream of exploring -the pit further in the direction in which he felt -sure lay the den of snakes, Jack finally decided on -striking off the other way. That he went carefully, -you may be sure. He did not want again -to experience that wriggly, crawly feeling under -his foot.</p> - -<p>The crevasse seemed to be of considerable -length. In fact, he estimated that he had walked -some half mile or more before he reached what<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> -seemed to be its confines. It ended abruptly in -a steep wall of rock, and with its termination -Jack’s hopes of escape vanished also. Fairly -unnerved, the boy sank down on a heap of dried -fern and buried his face in his hands.</p> - -<p>Was he to be buried alive in this horrible -place?</p> - -<p>Then he fell to shouting. He yelled and hulloed -till his throat was dry and sore, and his lips -cracked. He knew that he ran considerable risk -of attracting the attention of the outlaws, but -in his present predicament he didn’t much care -what happened so long as he got out of the terrible -place. But all his shouting came to naught, -and after an interval of waiting Jack realized that -it had all been in vain.</p> - -<p>What was he to do next? Nothing but to wait -for rescue or—— But Jack would not allow -himself to complete the sentence.</p> - -<p>“While there is life there is hope,” he murmured -to himself, and involuntarily recalled the -night when he had stood upon the tower of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> -old mission, a hundred feet above the ground, and -deemed that his end had come. Yet he had -escaped from that dilemma, and more impossible -things had happened than that he should get out -of his present scrape alive.</p> - -<p>All at once, while he sat thus meditating, the -boy spied, not far above his head and only a short -distance away, a dangling vine some two inches -in circumference, and seemingly tough and -fibrous.</p> - -<p>“It ought to bear my weight,” thought Jack, -“and if only it will, I’ll get out of this hideous -place yet.”</p> - -<p>He began making brave efforts to reach the -trailing tendon. Time and again, with hands -that were cut and bleeding from the rough surface -of the rock, he was compelled to desist in -his efforts, but at last, mustering his waning -strength, he made a mighty leap. His fingers -closed on the vine and he drew himself upward. -But as the boy’s full weight came upon the green<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> -trailer it snapped abruptly, and Jack was thrown -violently to the ground.</p> - -<p>He fell with such force that he was stunned -and helpless. Clasping the broken bit of treacherous -vine in his hands, the Border Boy lay on -the floor of the crevasse, senseless.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER VI.</h2> - -<p class="pch">AN EXCITING QUEST.</p> - -<p>In the meantime, the keenest anxiety prevailed -in the camp. After awaiting breakfast for a long -time, it was at last eaten and the tin dishes -scoured, without there being any sign of the -missing boy.</p> - -<p>“We must organize a search at once,” declared -the professor. “Following on the top of that -warning last night, it begins to look ominous.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe he has lost himself, and will find his -way back before long,” suggested Ralph hopefully.</p> - -<p>Coyote Pete gloomily shook his head.</p> - -<p>“Jack Merrill ain’t that kind,” he said; “I tell -yer, I don’t like the looks of it.”</p> - -<p>“Why not fire guns so that if he is in the vicinity -he can hear them?” was Walt Phelps’ suggestion.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Yep, and bring the whole hornets’ nest down -on our ears, provided they are anywhar near,” -grunted Coyote Pete. “No younker, we will have -to think up a better way than that.”</p> - -<p>“Would not the search party I suggested be -the best plan?” put in the professor.</p> - -<p>“Reckon it would,” agreed Coyote Pete; “what -you kain’t find, look fur,—as the flea said to ther -monkey.”</p> - -<p>But nobody laughed, as they usually did, at -Pete’s quaintly phrased observations. There was -too much anxiety felt by them all over Jack’s unexplained -absence.</p> - -<p>“Shall we take the horses?” inquired Walt.</p> - -<p>“Sartin, sure,” was the cow-puncher’s rejoinder, -“don’t want ter leave ’em here for that -letter writer and his pals to gobble up.”</p> - -<p>So the stock was saddled and the pack burros -loaded and “diamond hitched,” and the mournful -and anxious little party got under way. It -so chanced that their way led them to the little -hill where Jack had stopped on the stolen horse<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> -and listened for sounds of the pursuit. Coyote’s -sharp eyes at once spied the tracks, but naturally -he could make nothing of them.</p> - -<p>Suddenly Ralph Stetson, who had ridden a -little in advance, gave a startled cry.</p> - -<p>“Come here, all!” he shouted.</p> - -<p>“What’s up now?” grunted Coyote Pete, spurring -forward, followed by the others.</p> - -<p>“Why, here’s a horse,—a dead horse, shot -through the head, lying here,” was the unexpected -reply.</p> - -<p>“Well, Mr. Coyote, what do you make of it?” -asked the professor, after Pete had carefully -surveyed the ground in the vicinity.</p> - -<p>“Dunno what ter make uv it yit,” snorted Pete. -“Looks like ther’s something back of this, as -the cat said when she looked in the mirror, and—wow!”</p> - -<p>“What is it?” they chorused as they pressed -about the spot where Coyote was pointing downward, -an unusual expression of excitement on -his ordinarily unemotional features.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> - -<p>“See that?” he demanded.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I see several footsteps,” said the professor, -“but what have they——”</p> - -<p>“Ter do with it? Everything. Them’s Jack -Merrill’s footmarks or I lose my guess. And see -here, this little wavy line,—a lariat’s dragged -here. Oh, the varmints!”</p> - -<p>“How do you construe all this?” asked the professor.</p> - -<p>“Easy enuff. Them rascals, whoever they -be, hev roped Jack, hog-tied him and dragged him -off.”</p> - -<p>“O-oh!”</p> - -<p>The exclamation, half a groan, burst from all -their throats. Examining the ground further, it -seemed likely that Coyote’s construction of the -case was a correct one. All of which goes to -show how very far wrong a theory can go.</p> - -<p>“Let’s hurry after them, whoever they are, -and put up a fight,” cried Ralph.</p> - -<p>“Yes, we must rescue Jack,” echoed Walt -Phelps.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Now, hold your broncs, youngsters,” warned -Coyote, “in the fust place we dunno how many -of them there be, and in the second we dunno -jus’ whar they air. Am I right?”</p> - -<p>“Indeed, yes,” said the professor. “Boys, you -should not be so impetuous. Julius Caesar, when -he——”</p> - -<p>“Dunno the gent,” struck in Pete, “but my -advice is to kind of hunt around this vicinity and -maybe we’ll find some more clews. Go easy, -now, boys, and make as little noise as possible.”</p> - -<p>A few moments later the ashes of the camp -fire near which Jack had so suddenly alighted -were found, but of the outlaws no trace remained. -As a matter of fact, Ramon’s shouts had attracted -them, and as soon as they had rescued him the -camp had been abandoned in a hurry. It did not -suit Ramon just then to try conclusions with the -Border Boys.</p> - -<p>“Wall, here’s whar they camped,” muttered -Coyote Pete, “we certainly had some close neighbors -last night.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> - -<p>The boys examined the camp site with interest, -while the professor and Coyote Pete conversed -earnestly apart. At the conclusion of -their confab, Coyote Pete spoke.</p> - -<p>“It’s up to us to go forward, boys,” he said. -“Ain’t no use lingering ’bout these diggin’s.”</p> - -<p>“But mayn’t the bad men have turned back -down the canyon?” asked Ralph.</p> - -<p>Coyote shook his head.</p> - -<p>“Think agin, son,” he admonished, “the floor -of the gulch is too narrow for ’em to hev got by -us without our knowing it.”</p> - -<p>“That’s so,” said Walt, while Ralph colored -up a bit. He didn’t like to be looked upon as a -tenderfoot.</p> - -<p>It was some time later that they reached the -volcanic-looking stretch of country into the pitfalls -of which Jack had fallen.</p> - -<p>“Ugh! What a dreary place!” stammered -Walt, a bit apprehensively.</p> - -<p>Somehow they all felt the oppressive gloom -in the same way. It depressed and made them silent.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> -When they spoke at all it was in hushed -tones, like folks use in church or a big museum. -This is the effect of most awe-inspiring scenery, -be it beautiful and grand, or merely gloomy and -threatening.</p> - -<p>“In past ages volcanic energy was at work -here,” said the professor, gazing about with interest; -“the formation of yonder cliffs tells an -interesting story to the scientist. I wish my geological -hammer was not in the packs, and I could -get some specimens of the rocks. They would be -excessively interesting.”</p> - -<p>“Not half so interesting ter me as a peek -at Jack Merrill,” grunted Pete. “I wish your -science was capable of finding that lad for us, -professor.”</p> - -<p>“Indeed, I wish so, too,” sighed the professor, -“but that is outside the realm of science. She -can tell you of the past but is silent as to the -future.”</p> - -<p>“I wonder if there are any volcanoes ’round<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> -about here now?” asked Ralph, looking about -rather apprehensively.</p> - -<p>“No, indeed, the fires are long extinct,” declared -the professor, “this valley was formed at -a remote period when no doubt hot water geysers -and fires spouted through the earth’s crust. But -that will never occur again. In fact——”</p> - -<p>“Look! Look there!” shouted Walt, suddenly -pointing off to one side of the valley.</p> - -<p>“By Jee-hos-o-phat—smoke!” yelled Pete, -fairly startled out of his usual composure.</p> - -<p>“A volcano!” cried Walt “Hadn’t we better -be getting away from here?”</p> - -<p>“This is most extraordinary,” exclaimed the -man of science, “there is every evidence here -that the internal fires have been long extinct and -yet, as if to confound us, smoke comes pouring -from that fissure yonder.”</p> - -<p>“Wall, my vote is that we git right out of -hyar quick,” declared Pete, “volcanoes and Peter -de Peyster never did agree.”</p> - -<p>But the professor, filled with scientific ardor,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> -was already spurring his bony animal across the -scarred and arid plain toward the smoke.</p> - -<p>The others, watching him, saw him approach -the fissure carefully and dismount. The next -instant he uttered a yell that startled them all.</p> - -<p>“Hez ther fireworks started?” asked Coyote -anxiously.</p> - -<p>The professor was waving his bony arms -around like one of those wooden figures that you -see on barns. He was evidently in a state of -great excitement.</p> - -<p>“What’s that he’s shouting?” asked Walt. -“Hark!”</p> - -<p>“Boys! boys! I’ve found him—Jack!”</p> - -<p>This was the cry that galvanized them all into -action. Without seeking for explanations, in -fact, without a word, they spurred toward the -professor’s side. They found him peering down -into the fissure, the edge of which was concealed -by grass and ferns. Craning their necks, they, -too, could spy a figure in the depths of the crevasse.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Jack! Jack, old boy! Are you all right?” -they cried anxiously.</p> - -<p>“Bright and fair!” came up the cheery answer, -“but almost dead. I thought you’d never come. -Got anything to eat?”</p> - -<p>“Anything your little heart desires,” Walt assured -him.</p> - -<p>In the meantime Pete had been busy getting a -lariat in trim to lower to the beleaguered boy. -Presently it was ready, and after much hauling -and struggling, they got their companion once -more to the surface. Jack reeled for an instant -as he gained the brink, but Ralph’s arms caught -him. The next minute he had recovered his self-possession, -however, and after eating ravenously -of such provisions as could be got together hastily, -he related the story of the strange things -that had happened to him since leaving camp -that morning.</p> - -<p>“If I hadn’t thought of those matches in my -pocket and of igniting a fire of that dried grass,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> -I doubt if I’d have been here now,” he concluded.</p> - -<p>“I think you are right,” said the professor -gravely, “I am glad that that fire at least was -not extinct.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER VII.</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE CLOUDBURST.</p> - -<p>Our adventurers, after a council of war, decided -to press right on. As Coyote Pete put it:</p> - -<p>“We’ve got a plumb duty ter perform and -we’ll see the game through, if it’s agreeable to -all present.”</p> - -<p>It was, and after Jack had fully recovered, -which, aided by his natural buoyancy, did not -take as long as might have been expected, the -start was made.</p> - -<p>“It’s a race for the Trembling Mountain, now,” -cried Jack, as he once more bestrode brave little -Firewater.</p> - -<p>“So it is,” cried Walt Phelps.</p> - -<p>“And may the best man win,” struck in Ralph -rather pointlessly, as Pete reminded him.</p> - -<p>“There’s only one bunch of best men on this -trip,” he said, “and they’re all with this party.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> - -<p>It did not take long to leave the dreary volcanic -valley behind them, and they soon emerged -on a rolling plain covered with plumed grasses -of a rich bluish-green hue, on the further margin -of which there hung like dim blue clouds, a -range of mountains.</p> - -<p>“There is our goal,” cried the professor, with -what was for him a dramatic gesture. He waved -his arm in the direction of the distant hills.</p> - -<p>“Yip-yip-y-e-e-e!” exploded the boys, in a regular -cowboy yell.</p> - -<p>“A race to that hummock yonder!” shouted -Jack.</p> - -<p>The others needed no urging. After their -rough journey among the mountains the ponies, -too, seemed to enter into the pleasure of traversing -this broad open savannah.</p> - -<p>Off they dashed, hoofs a-rattling and dust -a-flying. But it was Firewater’s race from the -start. The lithe little pony easily distanced the -others, and Jack, laughing and panting, drew -rein at the goal a good ten seconds before the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> -others tore up with quirts and spurs going furiously. -Jack decided it was a dead heat between -Walt and Ralph, and both declared themselves -satisfied.</p> - -<p>As the sun dropped lower, and hung like a red -ball above the distant mountains, the question -of finding a suitable camping place became an -urgent one. Finally, however, on reaching the -dried-up bed of a river, Coyote Pete decided that -they had reached the proper spot.</p> - -<p>“What about water?” inquired Walt rather -anxiously.</p> - -<p>“Plenty of that,” said Pete, sententiously.</p> - -<p>They looked about at the dry sand and rocks -in the river bed and at the waving grass on either -hand.</p> - -<p>“You must have splendid eyesight,” laughed -Ralph, “I don’t see a drop, unless it’s in those -clouds ’way off there above the mountains.”</p> - -<p>“I, too, must confess that I’m puzzled,” put in -the professor. “A more arid spot I have rarely -seen.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Wall, I’ll guarantee that if you dig down a -few feet right hyar you’ll get all the water you -want,” said Coyote Pete calmly.</p> - -<p>“Soon proved,” cried Ralph, and aided by -Walt he unpacked one of the burros and the two -lads selected long-handled shovels.</p> - -<p>How the dirt did fly then! Maybe it was an -accident, and then again maybe it wasn’t, when -the professor, deeply immersed in a book he carried -in his pocket, found himself the center of -a regular gravel storm. He hastily moved out -of the radius of the energetic diggers. But presently -a loud cry from them announced a discovery.</p> - -<p>“Struck oil?” asked Jack.</p> - -<p>“Better still,—water!”</p> - -<p>Sure enough, from the steep sides of the big -holes they had dug, water was beginning to ooze. -It was brownish in hue, alkaline in taste and -distinctly warm, but still it was water, and men, -boys and beasts drank eagerly of it.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p> - -<p>But it ran in very slowly, and, as Jack observed, -it was a long time between drinks.</p> - -<p>“Wish some of that rain off in the mountains -would strike hereabouts,” observed Walt, as they -sat down to supper.</p> - -<p>“How do you know it’s raining off there?” -asked Ralph belligerently.</p> - -<p>“I can see the dark clouds, Mister Smarty, and -also, I have observed the fact that lightning is -flashing among them.”</p> - -<p>“Hear the thunder, too, I suppose?” asked -Ralph sardonically.</p> - -<p>“Might if my ears were as big as yours,” -parried Walt.</p> - -<p>Immediate hostilities were averted by the professor, -who said:</p> - -<p>“Boys! boys! Let us change the subject.”</p> - -<p>“The ears, you mean,” muttered Walt, but he -didn’t say it out loud, and the meal passed off -merrily after the little passage-at-arms. As it -grew dark, they could see the lightning flashes -in the far distance quite distinctly. It had a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> -weird effect, this sudden coming and departure -of blue flares on the horizon. Against the radiance -the serrated outlines of the mountains stood -out as if they had been cut from cardboard.</p> - -<p>“Going to set a watch to-night?” asked Ralph, -as they sat about a fire formed of the tough -fibrous roots of the tufted grass, which was -really more of a shrub.</p> - -<p>“Of course,” rejoined Coyote, “we don’t know -whether them varmints of Ramon’s is ahead or -ahind, but wherever they are, if we don’t watch -out, they’ll do us all the mischief they can.”</p> - -<p>“Reckon that’s right,” agreed Ralph, “there’s -one good thing, though, they can’t very well creep -up on us here.”</p> - -<p>“No, that’s one advantage of an open camp,” -agreed Jack, “on the other hand, though, we -might have a job defending ourselves if attacked.”</p> - -<p>More discussion, none of which would be of -vital interest to record here, followed. But it -did not last long. Thoroughly tired out as our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> -adventurers were, they one by one sought their -blankets and the camp was soon wrapped in silence. -That is, if the snores of some of the -members of the party be excepted. But Coyote, -who was on watch, was not bothered with sensitive -nerves, and the noise disturbed him not a -whit.</p> - -<p>It was about midnight, and time for the plainsman -to call Jack and Ralph to relieve him on -guard, when a most peculiar sound arrested him -in the act of crossing to the sleeping lads’ sides.</p> - -<p>The noise which had attracted his attention -was a most unusual, an almost awe-inspiring one. -Coming from no definite quarter, it yet filled the -air with an omnipresent rumbling and roaring, -not unlike,—so it flashed into Coyote’s mind,—the -reverberating rumble of an express train.</p> - -<p>“But they ain’t no night mails crossing this -savannah as I ever heard on,” he thought.</p> - -<p>“Jumping bob cats!” he fairly howled the next -instant.</p> - -<p>In two bounds he reached the sleepers’ sides<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> -and fairly shouted and shook them into wakefulness.</p> - -<p>“What is it, Indians?” cried Jack, springing -erect.</p> - -<p>“Another bear!” gasped the professor.</p> - -<p>“It ain’t neither. It’s worser th’n both!” was -Coyote’s alarming, if oddly expressed, rejoinder.</p> - -<p>As he spoke the roaring became louder, closer, -more ominous.</p> - -<p>Through the darkness they could now see that -rushing toward them down the dry river bed was -a mighty line of white. In the very indefiniteness -of its form there was something that gripped -them all with a cold chill of alarm, the keener -for its very lack of understanding of the nature -of the approaching mass. Ralph snatched up a -rifle, but Coyote, seizing his arm, checked him in -a flash.</p> - -<p>“Don’t do that, son. It’s not a mite of good,” -he cried, and then the next instant:—</p> - -<p>“Run for your lives, everybody! Thar’s bin a -cloudburst in ther mountains, and here comes -ther gosh darndest flood since Noah’s!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER VIII.</h2> - -<p class="pch">ADRIFT ON THE DESERT.</p> - -<p>The consternation which Coyote’s words -caused may be imagined. The Border Boys -hastily snatched up what they could, and with -Professor Wintergreen sprinting beside them, -they dashed off, making for the higher ground -off to the right of their camping place. Behind -them came the wall of white, angry water, uplifting -its snowy crest gleamingly through the -darkness.</p> - -<p>But suddenly Jack stopped short.</p> - -<p>“Here, take these,” he exclaimed, thrusting his -rifle and blankets into Ralph’s hands.</p> - -<p>Before the other could reply Jack was off into -the night, sprinting away as he had not done -since the field meet at Stonefell, when he won that -memorable two hundred yard dash. The lad had -suddenly recollected, and bitterly censured himself<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> -for it, too, that in the first flash of panic he -had entirely forgotten to turn their stock loose. -Tethered as they were, the animals would be -drowned and the party helpless, unless the creatures -were set free to swim for their lives, or -gallop off before the flood.</p> - -<p>Fortunately, it was not far, as the animals -were staked out some distance below the camp -and in the general direction in which the active -lads had been fleeing.</p> - -<p>As he ran, Jack felt for and found his knife, -a big-bladed, heavily-handled affair. Reaching -the ponies’ sides, he hastily slashed, with heavy -sweeps of his stout blade, one after another of -the tethers. The animals, super-sensitive to approaching -danger, were already wildly excited, -and as their halter lines parted one after another, -they dashed off madly.</p> - -<p>The last animal for Jack to reach was Firewater. -But the pony, instead of dashing off like -the others, nuzzled close to Jack, shivering and -sweating in an extremity of terror. Do what<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> -he could, Jack could not get him to move. All -at once the boy threw a quick glance behind as -a rapid footstep sounded.</p> - -<p>“Coyote!” he cried.</p> - -<p>“Yep, Jack, it’s that same dern fool,” cried the -cow-puncher, “I see you had brains enough to do -what I orter done afore we started on the run.”</p> - -<p>“No time to talk about that now,” exclaimed -Jack. “Look behind you.”</p> - -<p>“Gee whillakers, boy, the flood’s upon us!”</p> - -<p>Jack’s reply was to spring upon Firewater’s -back.</p> - -<p>“Here, Pete! Up behind me, quick!”</p> - -<p>“Go on, Jack, and get away; I’ll take my -chances.”</p> - -<p>“Not much you won’t! Get up quick, now!”</p> - -<p>The lad extended a foot. Pete rested his -weight on it for a flash and the next instant was -mounted behind Jack.</p> - -<p>“Yip-ee-ee-ee!” shrilled the boy, driving home -his heels into the pony’s flanks.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/ill-078.jpg" width="400" height="592" - alt="" - title="" /> - <p class="pc400">Firewater, balky no longer, gave a mad leap forward. Behind -them roared the oncoming flood.</p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> - -<p>Firewater, balky no longer, gave a mad leap -forward. Behind them roared the oncoming -flood.</p> - -<p>“Make for the high ground!” shouted Pete, -“it’s our only chance.”</p> - -<p>Jack made no reply, but bent lower over Firewater’s -withers, urging the gallant little pony on. -But suddenly their flight was checked. And that, -too, just as they had reached the comparative -safety of the higher ground on the banks of the -dry water course which had become so suddenly -converted into a menace.</p> - -<p>Firewater stuck his foot into a pocket-gopher -hole. He struggled bravely to maintain his footing, -but what with the heavy load he was carrying -and the speed at which he had been suddenly -halted, the pony lost his equilibrium. The next -instant Jack and Coyote were on the ground while -Firewater, thoroughly scared now, dashed off, -whinnying wildly in his terror.</p> - -<p>Pete, too, was up in a flash, but Jack lay quite -still. The force of the fall had stunned him. -The cow-puncher caught him up in a jiffy and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> -set off clumsily, running from the menace behind -with the unconscious boy in his arms.</p> - -<p>But like most men whose lives have been spent -in the saddle in our great west, Pete was an -indifferent runner. Then, too, his heavy leather -“chaps,” which he had not removed while on -watch, hampered him.</p> - -<p>Before he had run ten yards the onrush of -water was upon him and his senseless burden. -The irresistible force of the flood swept him from -his feet in a flash and bore him on its swirling -surface like a chip or a straw. But half stunned, -choked and dazed as he was, the cow-puncher -clung to Jack. How long he could have continued -to do so is doubtful, and this story might -have had a far different termination. But something -that occurred just at that instant deprived -Pete of further responsibility in the matter.</p> - -<p>Something struck him a sudden blow in the -back of the head and a thousand lights instantly -surged and danced before his eyes. As he lost -consciousness, Pete felt himself seized by what<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> -appeared to be a mass of rough arms or tentacles, -and lifted bodily from his feet. Then everything -faded from his senses.</p> - -<p>When he recovered it was broad daylight and -Jack was bending over him. Sick and weak as -the rugged cow-puncher felt as his senses rushed -back like an arrested tide, he could not forbear -smiling as he gazed at the lad.</p> - -<p>Jack’s costume was, to say the least, an airy -one. It consisted in fact, of part of his night -clothing, badly torn, and a pair of boots which -he had just had time to put on in the hurried -retreat from the camp.</p> - -<p>The boy saw the smile and guessed its reason. -But the smile was speedily replaced by a more -serious expression as Pete sat up and at once -sought to have explained to him just what had -happened.</p> - -<p>“Something that felt like one of them octopusses -you read about, gripped me, and that’s -about all I can recall,” he said; “what came -next?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I hardly know much more about that than -you,” was Jack’s response, “except that when I -recovered my senses after that spill that Firewater -gave us I found myself half drowned, all -tangled up in the roots of a big tree that the flood -was hurrying along. Feeling about me the first -thing I discovered was you, and I can tell you I -was mighty glad, too, Pete, old boy. No, don’t -glare at me. I know,—or can guess,—that it -was you who saved my life after Firewater threw -us both off and——”</p> - -<p>“No more of that, youngster,” snorted Pete -sternly, although his eyes were filled with an odd -moisture. “I reckon it was the old tree yonder -that saved us both. We were both struggling in -the flood when it hit me and put me to sleep for a -while. It’s a good thing it came on roots first -or we might not have bin so chipper this partic’lar -A. M.”</p> - -<p>They both regarded the tree to which they -probably owed their lives. A big stick of timber -of the pine variety, and evidently of mountain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> -growth, it lay a short distance from them just -as the flood had left it stranded. For the cloudburst -over, the water had sunk in the dry river -bed as rapidly as it had arisen. Hardly a foot of -muddy liquid now remained in the river to show -the aftermath of the wild watercourse of the -night.</p> - -<p>“But now, what has become of the others?” -exclaimed Jack anxiously. “I hope they are all -right.”</p> - -<p>“I guess so, son,” said Pete, rising rather -weakly to his feet, for the blow the tree had -struck him, while it had not broken the skin, had -been a stunning one.</p> - -<p>“You see,” he went on, “they got a good start -of us and should have reached the high ground -afore the water hit.”</p> - -<p>“That’s so,” agreed Jack, “and I can see now -that the water did not rise so very high. It was -its speed and anger that made it terrible.”</p> - -<p>“Wonder how far that blamed old tree carried -us,” said Pete, rather anxiously. “It’s just curred<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> -to me that if we don’t connect with the -stock and some grub pretty quick, we’ll be in a -bad fix.”</p> - -<p>He gazed about him as he spoke. On every -side stretched monotonous plains covered with the -same gray-green brush as the savannah amidst -which they had camped the night before. But -the question in Pete’s mind was whether or not -it was the same plain or another altogether on -which they stood.</p> - -<p>But fortunately for them, for they were not in -the mood or condition to stand hardship long, -they were not destined to remain long in doubt -as to the whereabouts of their companions. While -they were gazing anxiously into the distance -Jack’s keen eye suddenly detected a sharp flash -off to the eastward. It was as if the sun had -glinted for an instant on a bit of sharply cut diamond. -The flash was as bright as a sudden ray -of fire. The next instant it was seen no more. -But a second later it flashed up again. This time -the glitter was to be seen for a longer interval.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> - -<p>“What on airth is it?” gasped Pete, to whom -Jack had indicated the phenomenon.</p> - -<p>“Wait one moment and maybe I can tell you if -it is what I hope,” cried Jack in an excited tone. -With burning eyes he watched the distant point -of light flashing and twinkling like a vanishing -and reappearing star.</p> - -<p>“Hooray!” he cried suddenly, “it’s all right! -It’s Ralph and the rest and they are all safe. -But they don’t know yet where we are.”</p> - -<p>Pete gazed at the boy as if he suspected that -the stress of the night might have turned his -mind.</p> - -<p>“Anything else you kin see off thar?” he asked -sardonically.</p> - -<p>“Nothing but that they say the horses are all -right, and that if we see their signals we are to -send up a smoke column,” replied Jack calmly, -his countenance all aglow.</p> - -<p>“Look hyar, Jack Merrill, I promised your -father ter take care of yer,” said Pete sternly,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> -“an’ I don’t want ter take back a raving loonertick -to him. What’s all this mean?”</p> - -<p>“That Ralph is signalling with a bit of mirror,—heliographing, -they call it in the army,” -cried Jack, with a merry laugh, which rather -discomfited Pete.</p> - -<p>“Wall, that may be, too,” he admitted grudgingly, -“thar sun would catch it and make it flash. -But how under ther etarnal stars kin you tell -what he’s saying?”</p> - -<p>“Simple enough,” rejoined Jack; “he was making -the flashes long and short,—using the Morse -telegraph code, in fact. You know we had a -cadet corps at Stonefell to which we both belonged. -Field signalling and heliographing was -part of our camping instruction, but I guess -neither of us ever dreamed it would come in -handy in such a way as this. That certainly was -a bully idea of Ralph’s. He knew if we were -any place around we would see the flashes and be -able to read them, whereas we couldn’t have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> -sighted them in the tall brush so easily and -might have missed them altogether.”</p> - -<p>“Wall, what air we goin’ ter do now?” asked -Pete, rather apathetically.</p> - -<p>“Do? Why, light a fire, of course. Then -they’ll see the smoke column and come over to -us with grub and the ponies.”</p> - -<p>“Hum,” snorted Pete. “Got any matches?”</p> - -<p>“Why, no. Haven’t you?”</p> - -<p>“Nary a one.”</p> - -<p>“Phew!” whistled Jack. “Now we are in a -fix for certain. What can we do?”</p> - -<p>“Keep your shirt—or what’s left of it—on, -son, you’ll need it,” said Pete slowly, a smile -overspreading his sun-bronzed features, “thar’s -more ways of killing cats than choking ’em ter -death with superfine cream. Likewise thar’s -more ways of lighting a fire than by using parlor -matches.”</p> - -<p>Jack watched Pete wonderingly as he took out -his knife in silence and strode off to the tree. -He found a dead branch and whittling off the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> -wet outside bark soon reached the dry interior. -This done, he cut the wood down to a stick about -two feet long and a little thicker than a stout -lead pencil. Then he hacked away at some more -of the dry wood till he had a small flat bit of -thoroughly dry timber. In this he excavated -a small hole to fit the point of the pencil-like -stick.</p> - -<p>“Now git me some dry twigs from that brush -yonder,” he directed Jack, who had been gazing -on these preparations with much interest and -a dawning perception of what the old plainsman -was going to do.</p> - -<p>By the time Jack was back with the twigs,—the -dryest he could find,—Pete had scraped off -a lot of sawdust-like whittlings and piled them -about the hole he had dug out. Then taking -the pencil-like stick between his palms, he inserted -its lower end in the hole, carefully heaped -the sawdust stuff about it, and began rotating it -slowly at first and then fast.</p> - -<p>All at once a smell of burning wood permeated<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> -the air. From the sawdust a tiny puff of blue -smoke rolled up. Suddenly it broke into flame.</p> - -<p>“Now the twigs! Quick!” cried Pete, and as -Jack gave him the dry bits of stick he piled -them on the blazing punk-wood, blowing cautiously -at the flame. In ten minutes he had a -roaring fire. But the old plainsman’s work wasn’t -finished yet. He began hacking green branches -from the tree and piling them on top of his -blaze.</p> - -<p>Instantly a pillar of dun-colored, smoke, thick -and greasy, rolled upward into the still air.</p> - -<p>Pete took off his leather coat and threw it -over the smoking pyre, smothering the column -of vapor.</p> - -<p>“Now then, son,” he said, with the faintest -trace of triumph in his voice, “yer see that this -here hell-io-what-you-may-call ’em, ain’t ther -only trick in the plainsman’s bag. By raising -and lowering that coat you kin talk in your -Remorse thing as long as you like.”</p> - -<p>“Pete, I take off my hat to you,” exclaimed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> -Jack, feeling ashamed of the rather superior -manner he had assumed when talking of the -heliograph a while before.</p> - -<p>“That’s all right, son. But take it frum yer -Uncle Dudley that we none of us know everything. -Thar’s things you kin larn from an -Injun, jus’ as I larned how ter git that fire a-goin’.”</p> - -<p>Kneeling by the smoldering smoke-pile, Jack -raised and lowered the coat at long and short -intervals, forming a species of smoke telegraphy -easily readable by anyone who understood the -Morse code.</p> - -<p>An hour of anxious waiting followed and then -upon the scene galloped at top speed the rest of -the adventurers bearing with them some food, -scanty but welcome, and best of all, the ponies -and one rifle.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER IX.</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE LONE RANCHO.</p> - -<p>Well, that was an odd meal, that refection of -water-soaked biscuit and canned corned beef, -with flood water as a beverage. Perhaps in -all the adventures of the Border Boys, when in -after years they came to recall them, no scene -stood out quite so strikingly.</p> - -<p>For one thing, Coyote Pete alone, of the party, -possessed any sort of wardrobe. The professor -was clad in his “barber pole” pajamas. Ralph -boasted a shirt and Walt Phelps possessed the -same with the addition of a pair of socks, which -latter hardly fulfilled requirements so far as a -covering for his nether limbs was concerned.</p> - -<p>From time to time the Border Boys had to -look at each other and burst out laughing. Only -the professor viewed the matter in a serious -light.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Suppose we should meet some ladies,” he -asked indignantly.</p> - -<p>“Reckon thar ain’t many of ’em hereabouts,” -ventured Coyote, spreading a big slice of beef -on a bit of soggy bread. “The burros is ther only -representatives of the gentle sex fer a good -many miles, I opinion.”</p> - -<p>The burros, relieved of their packs, which had -been swept away, wagged their ears appreciatively -at this, and continued browsing on the -short, coarse grass which grew in patches here -and there, and which the boys were delighted to -see seemed also to be palatable to the horses.</p> - -<p>Ralph and the others had already related how -the terrified animals had been recaptured without -difficulty early that day. In fact, a circumstance -which has often been noted was their good -fortune, namely, that panic-stricken horses in -lonely, wild countries, will actually seek human -companionship,—provided, of course, that they -have already been domesticated. As for the burros,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> -their loud “hee-haws” had resounded all -night.</p> - -<p>Ralph also explained how the idea of the mirror -heliograph came to him. The lad who, as -has been explained, was a bit of a dandy, was -horrified to discover the abbreviated state of -his wardrobe. But a search of his shirt pocket -revealed his pocket-mirror with its folding brush -and comb fittings. The railroad king’s son had -at once set to work to make himself presentable -about the head at least, and was combing -his hair neatly and wondering how Jack and -Pete had fared, when the sun caught the mirror -and it flashed blindingly into his eyes. This -gave him the idea of flashing it in all directions -in the hope that the others, if within sight, would -catch its glint. Then came the happy thought -of telegraphing with the bit of glass by alternately -covering and uncovering it. The idea had -met with the warm approval of the professor -and Walt Phelps, although, perhaps, even they -had not been over sanguine of results.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Well,” said Jack at length, after the events -of the night and the following incidents had been -discussed and re-discussed, “what are we going -to do now?”</p> - -<p>“Get clothes,” cried Ralph, without an instant’s -hesitation, regarding his bare legs disparagingly.</p> - -<p>“By all means, yes,” agreed the professor.</p> - -<p>Coyote Pete grinned.</p> - -<p>“Jack,” said he, “will you be so kind as ter -step ter the telephone and tell the Blue Front -Store to send up a few samples of men’s furnishings?”</p> - -<p>All but the professor burst into a roar of -laughter at this sally.</p> - -<p>“At any rate,” suggested Walt Phelps, “we’re -not likely to get held up.”</p> - -<p>“Not so sure about that,” said the professor, -“I have the money belt containing most of our -finances around my waist. I always sleep with -it there.”</p> - -<p>“Hooray!” shouted the boys, who, up to that -moment had not once thought of the important<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> -question of finances. It struck them now with -sobering force.</p> - -<p>“By George!” cried Jack, “if it hadn’t been -for your foresight, professor, we might have been -penniless as well as wardrobeless.”</p> - -<p>“That’s right,” agreed Coyote Pete, “and ther -chance that you’d stand of being helped out by -the greasers would be about ther same as a snowflake -’ud have on a red-hot cook stove.”</p> - -<p>“My idea is to lose no time in striking out -for a town or village where we can get some -clothes, even if they are only Mexican garments,” -announced Jack.</p> - -<p>“And food, too,” put in Walt Phelps, who liked -to get his three meals a day, “we’ll be on starvation -diet if we don’t stock up on that.”</p> - -<p>After more discussion it was agreed to follow -up the dry bed of the river, as the professor’s -map showed a small village some distance up a -stream which, though unnamed on the map, -seemed to be the one on whose banks they now -were. This decision reached, no time was lost<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> -in mounting. There was no saddling to be done, -for the saddles had been swept off with most of -the rest of their outfit.</p> - -<p>“If you ever catch me camping in the dry -bed of a river again you are welcome to hang -me to a sour apple tree,” grumbled Walt Phelps, -as he mounted.</p> - -<p>“I reckon I’m ter blame fer it all,” volunteered -Coyote Pete, “but I never thought as how that -far-off storm would affect us in the plains. That -must have bin a jim-dandy of a cloudburst.”</p> - -<p>“I’d hate to have been any closer to it than -we were,” laughed Jack. “If we had been, we’d -have been going yet, I imagine.”</p> - -<p>“I heard of a cloudburst once that did some -good, though,” struck in Pete; “ther thing happened -to a friend of mine in Californy. He wuz -a miner, Jefferson Blunt by name.</p> - -<p>“Wall, sir, Jeff had struck such all-fired bad -luck up on the Stanislaus River that he’d about -concluded to pull out for other regions when, all -of a sudden, one night up came a storm, and in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> -the middle of it there come the all-firedest cloudburst -that Jeff had ever heard of. It picked up -his cabin and floated Jeff off down the river, -a-going like a blue streak. He thought every minute -that he’d hear Gabriel’s trumpet and see ther -golden stairs, but that little old cabin was well -built and watertight, and it floated like a boat.</p> - -<p>“It must hev been hours, Jeff says, afore he -felt ther thing give a bump and stop. As soon -as he dared he opened ther door and peeked -out. He wuz in a part uv ther country he’d -never seen. It was all cliffs and big trees and -very imposing, and ther like of that,—that ‘imposing’ -is Jeff’s word.</p> - -<p>“Wall, Jeff he steps out of his sea-going shack -and looks about him, and ther first thing he -sees is a big streak of ore just a-glitter with -gold and stuck, like a band of yaller ribbon along -ther cliff face above his head.</p> - -<p>“Jeff had bin so unlucky that first he thinks -it’s jes’ fool’s gold and not the real article. But -he soon convinces himself thet he’s struck it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> -rich at last. Wall, ter make a long story short, -Jeff files a claim and in a few y’ars is a rich man, -and what d’ye s’pose he called ther mine?”</p> - -<p>“‘The Cloud Burst,’ of course!” cried Jack.</p> - -<p>“How’d yer guess it?” asked Pete. “But yer -right, and thet’s ther only cloudburst I ever -hearn’ of, thet brought anybody any luck.”</p> - -<p>“Personally, if I could find a pair of trousers,” -wailed the professor, “I should esteem their -possession almost above even such a lucky discovery -as you have related.”</p> - -<p>“I think I’d trade it right now for a porter-house -steak and trimmings, brown gravy and -green corn, and——”</p> - -<p>“See here,” put in Ralph, with assumed indignation, -“if you don’t shut up I’ll, I’ll——”</p> - -<p>“Go right home,” chuckled Walt teasingly; -“you’d be a fine sight in that rig. I’ll bet the -folks back east would have you put in the calaboose.”</p> - -<p>But by noon the gay spirits of the boys were -considerably toned down. No sign of a town<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> -had yet come in sight and they were all hot, -hungry and tired. The odd procession, with the -burros tagging along behind, looked disconsolate -enough as it followed the windings of the river. -The shallow aftermath of the flood steamed and -simmered under the hot sun, sending up unpleasant -odors,—yet they had to drink it or go -without.</p> - -<p>By way of cheering the party up, Coyote Pete -began to sing—or rather wail—in the high-pitched -voice affected by cow-punchers singing -to their cattle:</p> - -<p class="pp7 p1">“O-ho-wa-hay da-own upon the Su-wahanee River,<br /> -Fa-har, fa-har a-way——”</p> - -<p class="p1">But before he could begin the next line Ralph -struck in with:</p> - -<p class="pp7 p1">“There’s where our pants are floating ever;<br /> -There’s where they’re gone to stay!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> - -<p class="p1">In the general roar of laughter which followed, -the “grouch” which had settled down on -the tired wayfarers vanished like the spring snow -under a burst of sunlight.</p> - -<p>With a shout the boys, their troubles forgotten -in an outburst of that good nature that makes -the whole world kin, plunged forward, their shirt -tails flying.</p> - -<p>“Yip-yip-ye-ee!”</p> - -<p>The joyous yell filled the air. And then it -broke off into a real cheer, for, on surmounting -the summit of a small eminence, they saw below -them, not more than a mile off, a small adobe -house of unusual type, for it had two stories. It -was surrounded by a grove of green willows -which delighted the eye tired by the endless -gray-green stretches of grease-wood savannahs.</p> - -<p>Even the dignified professor joined in the enthusiasm, -and in a minute a cavalcade was bearing -down on the place at breakneck speed. As -they neared it in a thunder of hoofs and a cloud -of yellow dust, a door opened and the figure of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> -a gaunt Mexican, with long, shaggy, black hair -hanging straight and lank to his shoulders, -stepped out. His next move halted the leaders -of the party abruptly.</p> - -<p>He jerked a long-barreled rifle to his shoulder -and pointed it threateningly.</p> - -<p>“Mira rurales!” he yelled to some one within -the house.</p> - -<p>“No rurales! Americanos!” cried Coyote Pete.</p> - -<p>The effect was magical. The man’s startled -air changed, and with a sheepish smile he stepped -forward as Jack and Ralph, who were in advance, -drew rein.</p> - -<p>“What did he mean by rurales, I wonder?” -asked Ralph of Jack in a low tone as the others -loped up.</p> - -<p>“Why, rurales are a species of police. -Rangers, they are called sometimes. They are -wild chaps, mostly recruited from the ranks of -brigands and highwaymen. The government -pays them a high figure to be good and keep law -and order.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> - -<p>“But this man seemed to fear them.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe he has reason to. But we can’t be -particular. At any rate, we are a strong enough -party to look after our own hands. But see, -here comes his wife. I guess, after all, he is -nothing more unlawful than a cattle rancher in -a small way, who perhaps, once-in-a-while takes -an unbranded calf or two from his neighbor’s -estates.”</p> - -<p>The woman who joined the man, who by this -time had set down the rifle, was a stout, slatternly-looking -creature in a greasy cotton wrapper. -She shot out a few rapid words in a low -voice to the other, who replied in equally low -tones. So far as Jack, who was closest, could -judge, the woman seemed to be protesting against -something, and the man stilling her objections.</p> - -<p>Coyote Pete as spokesman now advanced, and -in Spanish asked if they could obtain lodging -and refreshment for themselves and their stock.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER X.</h2> - -<p class="pch">AFTER MIDNIGHT.</p> - -<p>To their astonishment, the man seemed to -hesitate. They had judged from the poverty-stricken -look of his place and belongings that -he would jump at the chance to make some money -easily. But it seemed that this was not the case.</p> - -<p>While the fellow still hesitated, glancing covertly -at the newcomers, the professor did a foolish -thing. He exhibited his money belt and tapping -it made it give forth the suggestive jingle -of coins. Coyote Pete’s expression grew angry -for a moment, but he checked his chagrin at the -professor’s foolish move.</p> - -<p>But the exhibition of the party’s financial solidity -seemed to have decided the ill-favored -Mexican and his wife, for after some more parley, -which somehow appeared to Jack to be -merely for form’s sake, they agreed to shelter<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> -the party and their stock at two dollars each, -Mexican, which is equivalent to one dollar of -our money.</p> - -<p>“Cheap enough,” said Jack, as ten minutes -later they turned their stock loose in the corral -and watched them attack with wholesome appetites -the hay stack in the center of the enclosure.</p> - -<p>“May be dear enough before we get through,” -thought Coyote Pete to himself.</p> - -<p>He refrained from mentioning his mistrustful -feeling to the others, however, as, after all, the -Mexicans might be honest enough folks even if -his impressions were otherwise.</p> - -<p>After a wash-up in a small creek which flowed -at the back of the place, the adventurers were -quite ready to sit down to a smoking meal of -frijoles (beans fried with red peppers) and eggs -cooked in the Mexican style. Some thin red wine -was served with the meal, but as none of the -party had any use for alcoholic beverages in -any form, they were content to wash it down with -water from the great stone olla,—or water cooler<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> -which hung under the broad eaves of the veranda.</p> - -<p>Jack had an uneasy sense that they were being -scrutinized as they ate, by some unseen pair of -eyes, and once looking up quickly he caught, or -thought he did, a glimpse of the woman’s print -gown slipping from a shuttered window. Jack -was not a boy to make a mountain out of a -mole hill, though, and concluded that, in all probability, -the woman, if she had been looking at -them, had been merely curious at the advent of -so many strangers.</p> - -<p>The rest of the afternoon, for it was late when -they concluded their meal, was passed in chatting -and lounging about under the trees. Nobody -felt inclined for more strenuous occupations. The -professor, however, having obtained some old -canvas, succeeded in fashioning a rough pair -of trousers. They were short and shapeless, and -his legs stuck out oddly from them like the drumsticks -of a fowl, but they were better than nothing, -he thought. As for the boys, they had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> -bought some baggy garments of the Mexican -type from the lone rancher, which would have -to last them till they reached the nearest town. -This, they were informed, was Santa Anita, and -was not more than ten miles distant.</p> - -<p>An early start being determined on, they -sought their beds soon after supper, which consisted -of the same fare as the other meal with -the addition of some greasy pancakes. Jack ate -some of these, not caring for a second dose of the -peppery beans and a short time after felt, as -he expressed it to himself, “as if a cannon ball -were in his midst.”</p> - -<p>Perhaps this accounts for his wakefulness, for -he found it impossible to sleep after they had all -turned in, in one large room,—or, rather, garret,—which -formed the second floor. The others -flung themselves on the straw, which served for -beds, with the lassitude of complete exhaustion, -but Jack lay awake, with the pancakes on his -chest like a leaden weight. At length he fell into -an uneasy slumber, from which he awakened a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> -short time later with a start and a queer feeling -that something in which they were vitally interested -was going forward.</p> - -<p>His first vague feelings rapidly crystallized -into more definite shape as, from the yard outside, -he could now distinctly hear the trampling -of horses’ hoofs. There seemed to be several -of them, to judge by the noise.</p> - -<p>Moonlight was streaming into the garret -through an unglazed opening in the adobe wall, -and holding his watch in the rays, Jack saw that -it was half an hour after midnight.</p> - -<p>“Queer time to receive visitors,” he thought -to himself.</p> - -<p>At the same time he was conscious of an overwhelming -curiosity to ascertain who and what -the midnight arrivals could be. The boy had -noticed a door in the wall of the garret when -they first entered it that evening, and from his -previous inspection of the exterior of the house -he had formed an idea that it opened upon the -top landing of an outside stairway. They had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> -been conducted to the garret, however, by a ladder -leading from the room below.</p> - -<p>As well as he could judge, the noise came from -the opposite side of the house to that on which -the door was situated, so there did not seem to -be much chance of detection in slipping out of -the door, down the outside stairway and, from -some point of vantage, seeing what all the racket -might portend. There was one possible difficulty -in the way, and that was that the door might be -locked. But it proved to be unlatched, and Jack, -swinging it open, after he had partially dressed, -found himself, as he had surmised he would, on -a landing or platform at the top of an outside -flight of stairs.</p> - -<p>In his bare feet, for he had not paused to put -on shoes, he slipped as noiselessly as possible -down the stairway and presently found himself -in the yard. The moonlight cast black and white -patterns of the overhanging willows on the -ground, but a brief inspection convinced Jack<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> -that there was no human being astir but himself -on that side of the house.</p> - -<p>As he reached the ground he could distinctly -hear the voice of the slatternly woman crying -out:—</p> - -<p>“Hush!” to the new arrivals.</p> - -<p>The voices which had been loud at first were -instantly lowered, and he could hear the riders, -whoever they were, addressing quieting remarks -to their horses.</p> - -<p>“Well, I’m going to see what all this means, -if it’s the last thing I do,” said Jack to himself, -and suiting the action to the word he glided -rapidly along in the shadow of the wall till he -reached the corner of the house. There was a -low outbuilding there, which might at one time -have been used as a pigstye. This was just -what Jack wanted. He placed both hands on the -top bar of the little enclosure outside the pen-like -erection, and the next instant had vaulted lightly -over and was inside the little shack. The boards -of which it was composed were interspersed by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> -wide cracks, and applying his eye to one of these -the Border Boy commanded a fine view of the -moonlit yard at the end of the house.</p> - -<p>As he had expected, it was full of riders, one -of whom was mounted on an animal which somehow -seemed familiar to the boy. He with difficulty -suppressed a cry of astonishment, as the next -instant the rider emerged into the moonlight, and -Jack saw that he was none other than Black -Ramon. The others, he now recognized as men -he had seen in the camp on that adventurous -morning following the delivery of the warning -letter.</p> - -<p>But Jack had not much time to meditate on -all this, for he suddenly became aware that -Ramon was riding behind the cantle of his saddle, -and that lying across the saddle itself was -a human figure. A second later the boy made -out that it was the senseless form of a woman -that the outlaw chief was carrying before him.</p> - -<p>Hardly had he made this discovery before the -woman and the man of the lone ranch came forward<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> -and lifted the inanimate form from the -back of the black horse of the Border scourge. -As they did so a mantilla of elaborate workmanship -which covered her face, fell from it, disclosing -her marble-like features, as pale as death. -Jack then saw that she was young and very beautiful. -As the girl was lifted by the lone rancheros, -her consciousness returned, and opening -her eyes she began to pour out a flood of Spanish. -Jack, like most boys bred along the border, -had a working knowledge of the language, and -it didn’t take him long to gather that she was -promising rich rewards, estates, anything to her -captors if they would release her and restore her -to her parents.</p> - -<p>But Ramon’s rejoinder was a hoarse laugh. -He informed the girl that he meant to exact a -heavy ransom from her father for her freedom, -and that if it were not forthcoming he would -make her his own wife.</p> - -<p>An astonishing change came over the girl at -these words. From a pleading, terror-stricken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> -maiden, she became a fine figure of scorn. Drawing -herself up proudly, she exclaimed with blazing -eyes:—</p> - -<p>“I would die before such a thing happened. -My father will find you out and punish you like -the wicked men you are.”</p> - -<p>“Colonel Don Alverado will never find Black -Ramon or see his daughter again if a hundred -thousand pesos are not forthcoming before the -end of the week,” was the rejoinder.</p> - -<p>In speaking these last words Ramon had unconsciously -raised his voice, and the rancheros, -with faces full of alarm, stepped forward.</p> - -<p>“Hush! for heaven’s sake not so loud!” the -woman exclaimed, “there are several Gringoes in -the house!”</p> - -<p>Ramon’s face grew black.</p> - -<p>“Gringoes!” he snarled, “what do you mean -by admitting the Yankee pigs when I have paid -you well for the use of your house?”</p> - -<p>“But they are here only for the night and are -sound asleep,” protested the male ranchero. “Depend<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> -on it, they will not interfere. They are -pressing on toward Santa Anita to-morrow at -dawn.”</p> - -<p>“And then, too, they have a belt full of money, -Senor Ramon,” whined the woman, “there is no -reason why your excellent self should not have -it. We had that idea in our head when we consented -to let them stop here.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, so that’s the reason you suddenly became -willing to let us stop,” thought Jack in his hiding -place.</p> - -<p>But Ramon was now leaning forward with a -sudden expression of keen interest.</p> - -<p>“These Gringoes, old woman,” he asked, “tell -me, are they three boys, a tough-looking, long-legged -man with a yellow moustache, and a spectacled -old man?”</p> - -<p>“Si, senor,” was the rejoinder.</p> - -<p>“Santa Maria,” exclaimed Ramon, “here is -good fortune. It is those Border Boys and their -companions delivered into our hands for the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> -plucking. You did well to let them stop here, -senora. They are all asleep, you say?”</p> - -<p>“Si. It is but a few minutes ago that my man -crept up the ladder and peered into the garret -in which they are sleeping. They are all snoring -like the Yankee pigs they are.”</p> - -<p>“Bueno. We will attend to them shortly,” -was the rejoinder; “but now to dispose of the -girl. Have you a room in which we can confine -her?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, in the small room at the other end of -the house. It was formerly used as a wine room -and is without windows, except a small one at -the top for ventilation. It has a strong door, -too, for when we grew vines and made wine, -thieves used to visit us, ill fortune light upon -them.”</p> - -<p>“That’s a queer sort of morality,” thought -Jack, “for if I ever saw or heard of a precious -band of rascals, these are surely they. That poor -senorita! We must devise some way of aiding -her to escape, but what can we do? I guess I’ll<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> -sneak back now while they are busy elsewhere -and wake up the others, for if I’m not mistaken -we are going to have a tough fight on our hands -before very many minutes.”</p> - -<p>As Jack cautiously slipped back by the way -he had come, he saw the senorita being led away -into the house, proudly disdaining to parley further -with her captors.</p> - -<p>“There’s a girl in a thousand,” thought Jack -to himself, “no hysterics or uproar about her. -We’ve just got to help her out of the clutches -of those ruffians.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XI.</h2> - -<p class="pch">TRAPPED!</p> - -<p>Cautiously awakening his companions one by -one, Jack told them of his adventures while in -the pig pen.</p> - -<p>“The scoundrels!” exclaimed the professor, “we -must act at once.”</p> - -<p>“Now hold your horses,” drawled Coyote Pete -in the easy tone he always adopted when danger -was near, “it ain’t our move yet. If I ain’t very -much mistaken we’ll have all the action we want -in a very short time, too. As a first step I’d -suggest we bar that door yonder,—the one that -Jack sneaked out of—I see it’s got a good big -latch on the inside. In that way we’ll head off -an attack frum thar, an’ we’ll only have the trap -door from below to look after.”</p> - -<p>The heavy bar being noiselessly placed in its -hasps, Pete outlined his further plans.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> - -<p>“They’ll figger we are asleep,” he said, “but it -ain’t likely they’ll jump us till they’ve sent someone -up to make sure. It’s our play then ter git -back on the straw and all snore as natural as -possible.”</p> - -<p>“What then?” asked Walt Phelps in rather -an alarmed tone. “We’ve only got one rifle.”</p> - -<p>“That’s so, consarn it,” grunted Pete, “wall, -we’ll hev ter do ther best we can an’—hush, hyar -comes the advance guard now!”</p> - -<p>In the room below they could hear cautious -footsteps. Evidently Ramon had lost no time -in hatching out his plans.</p> - -<p>“Lie down, everybody, and sham sleep as hard -as yer can,” ordered Pete in a low, tense whisper, -“our lives may depend on it.”</p> - -<p>The order was obeyed none too soon, for before -many seconds had passed they could hear -the creaking of the ladder as someone mounted -it. Presently, from one half-closed eye, Jack perceived -a head poked upward through the trap in -the floor. By the light which streamed up from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> -below he saw that it was the cranium of the red-headed -man whom he was pretty sure was the -author of the warning message which had been -carried into their camp.</p> - -<p>The man stood still as a statue for perhaps -five minutes. During the tense moments Jack’s -heart beat as if it would break through his ribs. -It was not fear, but intense excitement that -thrilled him. The moment was at hand when -they would be engaged in a desperate game -against terrible odds. What would be the result?</p> - -<p>Having apparently satisfied himself that they -all slept soundly, the scout of the outlaws descended -once more, the ladder creaking under -his weight.</p> - -<p>“It’s goin’ ter come in a few minutes, now,” -whispered Pete, rousing himself, “gimme the -rifle, Walt. How many cartridges is in it?”</p> - -<p>“Five,” was the disheartening reply.</p> - -<p>“An’ we ain’t got another one between us,” -moaned Pete. “Wall, it can’t be helped, as the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> -hawk said to ther chicken when he carried her -of, leavin’ her numerous family behind. Now, -I’m going ter git right by this here opening and -the first head that pokes through it gits a crack. -We’ll save the cartridges for an emergency.”</p> - -<p>“An emergency!” exclaimed Ralph, thinking -that if ever there was an emergency the present -situation had already arrived at that stage.</p> - -<p>They could now hear whispers below, and -worse still, the ominous click and slide of repeating -rifles being got in readiness for use.</p> - -<p>“There’s some old furniture piled in that corner,” -exclaimed Jack suddenly, “couldn’t we use -it to block the trap with?”</p> - -<p>“A good idea when the worst of it comes,” -assented Pete, “but we’ve got ter keep ther trap -open so as to disable as many as possible before -we have to come to close quarters.”</p> - -<p>The next ten minutes,—for though it seemed -like the same number of hours, it was not in -reality any more,—was the most painful period -the boys ever recalled having put in. From the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> -room below came furtive sounds, but they were -so soft and infrequent that it looked as if the -main body must have withdrawn further to discuss -the attack.</p> - -<p>“Say, let’s rush them. I can’t stand this any -longer.”</p> - -<p>It was Ralph who spoke, but Coyote laid a restraining -hand on his arm.</p> - -<p>“Easy, lad, easy,” he admonished in a low -breath, almost in the lad’s ear, “it won’t be long -before they start tuning up for the performance, -and it ain’t goin’ ter be a funeral march for us -neither.”</p> - -<p>As he spoke, Pete “clubbed” their solitary rifle, -holding it by the barrel. At the same instant a -door beneath quietly opened and closed, and the -next minute the ladder creaked as a foot was -placed upon it.</p> - -<p>“Up with you, Miguel,” they heard Ramon -whisper, “here’s the knife. Remember the money -belt is on the old man. Jose, you follow him -closely, and Migullo, you come after. That is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> -all it is safe to trust on the ladder at one time. -I myself will come later.”</p> - -<p>“The cowardly greaser,” breathed Coyote, -with one of his increasingly frequent lapses into -plain English, “I guess he’ll feel less like climbing -than ever when he sees what’s going to happen -to the first arrival. It’s a good thing for -us they can’t come but one at a time. In that -way they’ll have no chance of rushing us.”</p> - -<p>As he finished speaking the boys felt the peculiar -thrill that comes before the enactment of -some exciting deed. A black head poked itself -cautiously through the trap and as it did so -Coyote raised his rifle stock, swung it, and -brought it down with crushing force on the head -of the intruding wretch. He fell backward with -a crash, and landed in a heap in the room below. -Under ordinary circumstances, not one of the -Border Boys would have stood for such drastic -measures. But they knew that now it was their -life or the Mexican’s. Nevertheless they felt relieved<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> -as they heard the fellow stagger to his -feet and begin cursing in picturesque Mexican.</p> - -<p>“Diablo! The fiend himself is in those Gringoes,” -he raved, “I think they have broken every -bone in my body.”</p> - -<p>“More fool you, for not being more cautious,” -growled Ramon, and then, raising his voice, he -shouted up in English:</p> - -<p>“It will be of no use to you to resist. I have -a superior force and if you injure another of -my men when I do get you it will go hard with -you. Surrender and give me the money and no -harm will come to you with the exception of Jack -Merrill. I mean to deal with him as I choose.”</p> - -<p>“When you get him, you dog,” shouted Coyote -Pete, “which won’t be yet or for a long time to -come,—ah! you would, would you!”</p> - -<p>As he spoke, the cow-puncher had projected -his head thoughtlessly over the edge of the trap -door. A bullet aimed to kill, which, however, -whizzed harmlessly by his ear, was the result.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> -The missile sang through the air and buried itself -in one of the rafters.</p> - -<p>“We’ll give you all you want of that directly,” -hailed Coyote Pete, essaying what is sometimes -called “a bluff,” “we have plenty of rifles and ammunition, -and we can use them, too, so bring on -your next man.”</p> - -<p>“You shall smart for this, you Gringo pig,” -cried Ramon from below. Evidently the complete -failure of his first attack and Coyote’s bantering -tone had driven him beside himself with -fury.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I’m a smart fellow, anyhow,” chuckled -Coyote Pete, “come on. One cigar for every -head I crack. That’s the way they do it at the -county fair with the Jolly Nigger Dodger, and -I don’t know as you greasers have anything on -him.”</p> - -<p>“Rush up and bring them down out of that!” -screamed Ramon furiously. But the sharp lesson -they had just had seemed to hold the Mexicans -in check. Evidently the Gringoes above were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> -not to be trifled with. Ramon strode up and -down the room stamping and raging and biting -his nails. Altogether he was in a fit of black -Latin rage which is not so very different from the -tantrums we occasionally find in our own nurseries.</p> - -<p>“Why not come up yourself, Ramon?” was -Coyote’s next thrust. “If your head is burning -with such blazing thoughts it must need ventilating.”</p> - -<p>But the Mexican, wisely enough perhaps, did -not reply. Instead, he called down the men from -the ladder, seeing, in spite of his rage, that it -was useless to waste his followers in that fashion.</p> - -<p>“We’d better bottle up the trap door now,” said -Pete, as the voices below became more inaudible. -“Get that old furniture, boys, and we’ll -make things snug.”</p> - -<p>“Here’s an old table top that might fit over -the hole,” said Jack, bringing the article in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> -question, “it’ll just fit too, and it’s solid mahogany.”</p> - -<p>“Just the thing, boy. Now quickly bring all -the stuff you can to pile on it.”</p> - -<p>“Say, there’s a pile of big stones over here -where the chimney goes through,” reported Ralph -presently, “how would those do for weights?”</p> - -<p>“Fine. Bring them right along. Your Uncle -Dudley will pile them.”</p> - -<p>One would have said from the cow-puncher’s -boisterous spirits that he was in perfect security -instead of a situation the danger of which he, -perhaps, more fully realized than any of his -companions, comparatively inexperienced as they -were.</p> - -<p>One by one the lads carried the big stones over -and they were piled on the table top.</p> - -<p>“That will do,” said Coyote at length, “they’ll -never get that up unless they use dynamite.”</p> - -<p>“What do you suppose they’ll do now?” wondered -Jack as, the work over, they sat down about -the newly covered hole.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Try rushing that back door, most likely. Suppose -you take a peek out of the window. It gives -a view of the steps and it’s too small for the -varmint ter git through.”</p> - -<p>The small aperture, mentioned before, was -quite high up in the wall, but, hoisted up by -Ralph and Walt, Jack was able to rest his elbows -on the sill and peer out. He did so cautiously, -which was just as well, for, as the astute cow-puncher -had surmised, the next attack must come -from the back door. So much was evidenced -by a view of the steps which were covered with -dark forms advancing stealthily.</p> - -<p>“We’ll give ’em another surprise party,” announced -Pete when he had heard his young lieutenant’s -report. “Jack, take the rifle while I -guard the trap. There’s a chance they may try -to rush the two places at once. Aim through the -keyhole, and when you think it time to, let ’em -have it. Don’t be scared of hurting them. Remember -it’s our lives or theirs.”</p> - -<p>Feeling a bit squeamish, but far too good a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> -soldier to attempt to disobey orders, or even question -them, Jack did as he was directed. Placing -the muzzle of the rifle to the keyhole he waited -with beating heart the first signal that their enemies -had ascended the stairway and were actually -on the balcony outside the door.</p> - -<p>He had not long to wait. Presently there came -a scuffling, scratching sound without, as the Mexicans -fumbled about the door, evidently feeling -for a latch of some sort. With a hasty prayer -that he might not inflict a mortal wound, Jack -awaited the right moment, as he judged it, and -fired.</p> - -<p>There was instantly a loud yell of pain from -without.</p> - -<p>“Good for you, boy,” grunted old Pete grimly -“you brung him down.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XII.</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE GRINGOES MOVE.</p> - -<p>From without the door there now came shouts -of baffled rage. The Mexicans were finding out, -as their kind has done before, that a party of -brave Americans is more than a match for twice -their number in a fight. Moreover, thanks -mainly to Jack’s presence of mind in slipping out -of the house and performing scout work, our -party was strongly entrenched. The door was -stout, and the iron bar within solid. There was -no apparent way of forcing an entrance by battering -it down, for the landing was too small to -use a “ram” effectually.</p> - -<p>“Hooray, we’ve got ’em beaten!” cried Ralph -thoughtlessly.</p> - -<p>Coyote flashed a scornful eye on him.</p> - -<p>“Beaten!” he scoffed, “we ain’t got ’em beaten -till we’re out of this place and miles on our way.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> -Why, if they kain’t do anything else they kin -starve us out if they want to.”</p> - -<p>“That’s so,” assented Ralph sorrowfully, and -then with a violent twist of spirits, “I guess we’re -goners.”</p> - -<p>“There, go galloping off the reservation agin,” -struck in Pete; “we ain’t goners yit by a long -shot, but we’ve got a powerful lot of work afore -us, as the government said when they tackled digging -that Panama Canal.”</p> - -<p>All now became silent once more, or at least the -boys could hear nothing. Evidently the Mexicans -had withdrawn for a council of war.</p> - -<p>“This time they’ll be in dead earnest,” opined -the cow-puncher, “so keep a smart eye open for -’em everywhere.”</p> - -<p>Hanging breathlessly on the least sound, the -besieged party waited for the first sign of the -coming attack. It was a long time in making -itself manifest, and when it did, it was for a -moment puzzling enough. It came in the form -of a noise from above.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Somebody’s on the roof!” exclaimed Pete. -“The foxy varmints! I wonder they didn’t think -of that before.”</p> - -<p>The roof of the lonely rancho was flat, and -soon they could hear several footsteps on it as -their besiegers paced about.</p> - -<p>“What are they going to do?” asked Ralph in -a puzzled tone.</p> - -<p>“Not hard to guess,” rejoined the professor, -“cut a hole in it, I guess, and then they’ll have -us completely at their mercy.”</p> - -<p>“If we let them,” said Jack, “but why not try -to escape by the trap, while they are busy on -the roof?”</p> - -<p>“That might be a good idea if it warn’t likely -that they have the foot of the ladder guarded, -or most probably have taken it down,” said -Coyote Pete; “no, you’ll have to guess agin, -Jack. Think uv something new and original.”</p> - -<p>“I might say try that door, but I guess that’s -guarded, too.”</p> - -<p>“Not a doubt of it,” was the reply.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Tell you what we’ll do,” exclaimed Jack suddenly, -struck with an inspiration, “we’ll try the -walls. There may be a secret passage or a concealed -window in them some place.”</p> - -<p>The cow-puncher laughed.</p> - -<p>“This ain’t a story book, son, and I never heard -of such things outside of one. Lady Gwendolens -in real life come out by the fire escape more often -than by the old secret passage or the haunted -wing.”</p> - -<p>Undismayed, however, Jack set about his task. -He was in the midst of it, and had met with no -success,—not that he had seriously hoped for -any,—when a sudden sound pierced the darkened -garret.</p> - -<p>The noise was that of axes cutting into the -roof.</p> - -<p>As Jack listened a slight shudder ran through -him. From that point of vantage the outlaws -could shoot them down as they wished, and there -would not be much chance of using their four -remaining shots in return. By this time Jack<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> -had reached the spot by the big stone chimney -from which they had taken the stone used to -weight the table above the trap door.</p> - -<p>With a rather vague idea of using some more -of the stones as weapons, he started pulling down -the remaining loose ones. He had been at this -work but a few minutes when he gave a sudden -cry of triumph.</p> - -<p>“Look! Boys! Look here!” he cried, -amazedly.</p> - -<p>They scurried to his side to find him pointing -into a black, yawning mouth, evidently intended -originally for a fireplace but left unfinished, as -the stones they had used now testified.</p> - -<p>“It’s big enough to swallow a horse almost,” -cried Ralph.</p> - -<p>“It’s big enough to save our lives, maybe,” -grunted Pete, “but maybe it’s only a blind lead, -and may come out nowhere. In that case a fellow -at the bottom of a well would be better off than -the chap in there, for ther’d be no way of gitting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> -out uv that chimney once you got in, and—Jumping -Jupiter! Come back, boy!”</p> - -<p>But it was too late. While Coyote Pete had -been talking, Jack had slipped into the fireplace, -and clutching the rough sides of the chimney had -taken the daring drop.</p> - -<p>The others listened above in breathless anxiety, -and then, to their infinite relief, a voice -trickled up to them from the depths.</p> - -<p>“It’s all right, boys! Come on, but take it -easy, for I knocked all the skin off my shins in my -hurry.”</p> - -<p>The blows on the roof were by this time becoming -louder, and they could distinctly hear the -sound of splintering wood as the axe blades cut -into it.</p> - -<p>“They’ll hev pecked through that in ten minutes, -now,” said Pete, getting over to one side -of the fireplace, “come on, boys. Be on your -way.”</p> - -<p>But the boys insisted on the professor going -first, now that they knew the drop was safe<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> -enough. Not without misgivings, to which he -was too brave to give utterance. Professor Wintergreen, -scientist and writer, cast himself into -that black hole in the garret of the lonely -rancho. An instant later, after a prodigious -scraping and bumping, word came up that he, -too, was safe. Ralph and Walt came next, the -former softly humming:—</p> - -<p>“I don’t know where I’m goin’, but I’m on my -way.”</p> - -<p>Coyote Pete came last; and now we shall follow -the party, leaving the Mexicans still hacking -away at the roof. It is a trip worth taking, -too, for at the bottom of the chimney an astonishing -condition of things prevailed.</p> - -<p>The smoke duct led not into a cellar or into -a blind hole, but instead, Jack, on alighting, had -found himself, soot covered and scratched and -torn, in a large open fireplace in a small room. -As he made his sensational entrance there was a -sudden sharp scream from a corner of the room -and a female figure clad in white sprang up.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p> - -<p>For an instant a dreadful fear that he had -alighted in some sort of a trap flashed into Jack’s -mind. But the next instant he realized that the -alarmed girl was none other than the senorita, -and that the room into which he had fallen was -the one selected as her prison.</p> - -<p>“Hush, senorita!” exclaimed the boy, as soon -as he had given the signal to his comrades above -that all was well, “do not fear me. I am not one -of your enemies but a friend, an American. My -companions are with me,—er—er—that is, they -will be.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, senor!” cried the girl in English, “what a -dreadful fright you gave me. You—you, if you -will excuse me, you are so black. I suppose it’s -the soot in the chimney.”</p> - -<p>Jack could hardly refrain from smiling, as, -for the first time, he bethought himself of the -alarming figure he must present.</p> - -<p>“I’m not as black as I’m painted, senorita, -really, I’m not. Nor are these two new arrivals -chimney sweeps, but young American gentlemen,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span>” -he added with a sweeping bow, as Walt -Phelps and Ralph popped out of the chimney. -“Allow me to present myself. I am Jack Merrill, -and these are my friends, Walt Phelps, of -New Mexico, and Ralph Stetson, of New York. -Not forgetting,” he added merrily, as the -professor straightened up from an instinctive -brushing of his clothes, “our instructor and—er—er—chaperone, -Professor Wintergreen, of -Stonefell College, and,” as the other member of -the party appeared, “Mister Peter de Peyster, of -the Merrill Ranch.”</p> - -<p>“At your service, miss,” said Coyote Pete with -a low, sweeping bow and a deep flourish of his -sombrero, to which even in his fall he had clung.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I feel safer now,” cried the girl delightedly, -“but,” and she clasped her hands, “<i>Madre -de Dios</i>, what I have passed through! I was -summoned to my garden this evening by a decoy -message, that one of the good sisters at the convent -wished to see me. I had hardly set foot<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> -on the path when I was seized and carried -off!”</p> - -<p>“The rest of your story we know, senorita,” -said Jack earnestly.</p> - -<p>“You know it?” repeated the girl in an amazed -tone, “but, senor, I do not understand.”</p> - -<p>“I will explain later,” said Jack, “at least, we -all hope to have the pleasure of doing so. I -may add that I overheard the ruffians, your captors, -discussing the matter while I was hiding in -a pig pen.”</p> - -<p>The senorita’s large dark eyes grew larger -than ever at this. She began to think Jack a -very peculiar young person to come sliding down -chimneys into rooms and to choose to eavesdrop -on brigands from pig pens. But she made no -comment, and the talk at once turned to the subject -of escape.</p> - -<p>The door of the room was of oak, barred and -bolted on the outside, and impregnable. But the -window, high up in the wall though it was, -appeared to be just about large enough to squeeze<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> -through, ample enough even for Coyote Pete, -who was the largest of the party.</p> - -<p>“Reckon we can reach it by putting this chair -on that table yonder,” declared Pete, “but we’ll -have ter look slippy, for those chaps will be -through the roof before long, and when they -discover we’re gone and see the hole in the -chimney, they’ll guess the route we’ve taken.”</p> - -<p>When the table had been dragged over under -the window and the chair placed upon it, Pete -clambered up and found that he could easily reach -the aperture.</p> - -<p>“It’s all clear outside, too, and the corral isn’t -more than a few rods away,” he announced. -“Boys, if we have any sort of luck we may get -out of this and save the young lady. I’ll go first, -for it’s a longish drop to the ground. Those that -foller kin land on my shoulders.”</p> - -<p>The next instant he raised his lithe, ranch-toughened -form and wriggled through the hole. -In a flash he was gone.</p> - -<p>“Your turn next, senorita,” said Jack; “allow -me to assist you.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> - -<p>The brave girl made no foolish hesitation about -obeying. With a graceful little leap she was on -the table and by Jack’s side. In a jiffy he had -assisted her through and she was caught by -Coyote Pete outside. Next came the professor; -following him, Walt and Ralph. As Walt -alighted, he was ordered to creep over to the -corral, keeping cautiously in the shadow of the -willows. Once in the corral he was to get all -their horses and a saddle for the senorita, if possible, -selecting any one from the two or three -hanging on the fence after the shiftless Mexican -fashion. Presently Jack joined him at the -risky work, having been the last to emerge from -the window.</p> - -<p>They had got the last of their own horses and -had selected one for the senorita, when there -came a loud shout from behind them followed by -a volley of shots.</p> - -<p>A dreadful fear shot into Jack’s heart. Had -they been discovered?</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XIII.</h2> - -<p class="pch">SENORITA ALVERADO.</p> - -<p>But the next minute, to their infinite relief, -they decided that it was only a false alarm. In -all probability, so Jack surmised, it signified that -the Mexicans had broken through the roof and -were firing a volley of shots into the garret to -terrify its supposed inmates. He could hardly -forbear a chuckle as he pictured the outlaws’ -astonishment, when, tired of their attempts to -terrify, they should penetrate the garret and find -it empty of life.</p> - -<p>“Providence willing, we’ll be far away by -then,” he thought to himself as, with a wave of -his arm, he signalled to the others crouching -in the shadows of the rancho, that all was -ready.</p> - -<p>The senorita laughed at the idea of a side saddle, -when Jack apologetically indicated to her the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> -ordinary Mexican affair which had been the only -one they could raise.</p> - -<p>“A girl born and brought up on a Mexican -hidalgo’s estancia can ride in any saddle, senor,” -she said, “more particularly to oblige such gallant -rescuers.”</p> - -<p>Jack felt himself coloring under his minstrel-like -coating of soot as the girl spoke. The lad -was somewhat susceptible, and the dark eyes -of the senorita had made quite an impression -on him.</p> - -<p>“The pleasure is all ours, senorita,” he said, -with a vague recollection of having seen that -phrase in print somewhere.</p> - -<p>The young Mexican girl sat her saddle as -lightly as a bird on a bough, and the mount they -had selected for her,—“borrowing” one of the -outlaws’ animals for the purpose,—was a fine, -springy-stepping creature, full of life and action.</p> - -<p>“I guess our best plan is to head for Don Alverado’s -estancia,” said Jack, as they crept as -noiselessly as possible forward.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p> - -<p>But, as a matter of fact, much caution was not -necessary, for the Mexicans in the rancho, confident -of having bottled up the Americans, were -making so much noise that the light amble of the -horses could not be heard above the roar. Their -chief danger lay in being seen.</p> - -<p>This, however, was not so probable as might -be imagined. The corral was separated from -the house by quite a small plantation of willows -and cottonwoods, among whose branches the -moonlight filtered thinly. Once they had rounded -the corral they would be practically invisible.</p> - -<p>The senorita informed them that it was ten -miles from there to Santa Anita, in the suburbs -of which her father lived. This, as we are aware, -Jack already knew, and the corral once rounded -their steeds were set at a lively gait.</p> - -<p>“Are there any police in Santa Anita, senorita?” -asked the professor, as they rode rapidly -through the night, the well-fed horses, refreshed -by their rest, pacing strongly forward. The professor -was a great stickler for law and order.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p> - -<p>“No police, senor,” was the rejoinder, “but it -is the headquarters of the Mexican Rangers who -have charge of the district. My father is the -local magistrate and administrator, and has -charge of them.”</p> - -<p>“I sincerely hope that he will set them on the -track of those ruffians,” said the man of science -severely, “Mexico should be known as a land of -law and order like the United States.”</p> - -<p>“Yet I have heard that you occasionally have -train robbers and all sorts of terrible criminals -in the United States, senor.”</p> - -<p>The senorita spoke gently, but like all of her -race, she was patriotic and a flash of fire was in -her eye as she spoke.</p> - -<p>“But we try to get rid of them, senorita,” stammered -the scientist, somewhat taken aback at -this self-possessed young lady’s reply.</p> - -<p>“And so do we, senor,” was the answer, which -caused Coyote Pete to chuckle, “but you see, they -won’t always wait to be caught.”</p> - -<p>“You speak English charmingly, senorita,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span>” -said the professor, in an endeavor to change the -subject and pay a compliment at the same time.</p> - -<p>“That is to the credit of one of your American -colleges, senor. I was educated at Vassar University.”</p> - -<p>The boys exchanged glances. So that explained -the senorita’s poise and self-possession, -which were far more those of an American girl -than of a languishing Spanish beauty.</p> - -<p>“I must compliment Vassar,” said the professor, -bowing his angular form. But he had forgotten -that he was riding bareback and was not -the most accomplished of horsemen in any event. -His attempt at courtliness almost caused his -downfall, for, losing his balance, he would have -slipped from his gaunt steed if he had not grasped -it desperately by the wither lock with one hand -while his arm encircled its neck.</p> - -<p>From this undignified position he was rescued -by Coyote Pete, who spurred swiftly to his side,—it -will be recalled that Coyote had saved his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> -spurs out of the general loss of property—and -aided him to recover his balance.</p> - -<p>They all had the grace to refrain from laughing, -although the temptation was a sore one. -The man of science, glancing suspiciously about -him, was unable to detect the shadow of a smile -on any of their faces, although the senorita did -find it necessary to lean over and adjust her stirrup -leather. When she looked up, however, her -face was quite demure.</p> - -<p>From time to time, as they rode forward over -the level savannah, they glanced behind them. -But the intervals grew longer as the distance -between them and the Mexicans increased, and -there was still no sign of pursuit.</p> - -<p>“I guess they’ve discovered our escape, all -right,” said Jack, “but don’t venture to chase us -toward the town.”</p> - -<p>“That’s it, I reckon,” said Coyote Pete, “and -in any event, with our horses we could outdistance -them all with a mile start.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p> - -<p>“All of them except that big black of Ramon’s,” -said Jack.</p> - -<p>“Guess you’re right,” agreed Coyote, “I’d like -to know if there air any relatives of that animal -hangin’ around. I’d buy ’em if it bust me. You -don’t meet up with a bit of horseflesh like that -every day of your life.”</p> - -<p>An hour later, without any incident worthy of -mention having occurred, they clattered through -the sleeping town of Santa Anita, and, as daylight -broke wanly, they found themselves outside -the white walls surrounding the princely hacienda -of the wealthy Don Alverado. But if the -town was asleep, all seemed to be awake here. -Lights could be seen flashing in the house which -stood on a small eminence some distance from -the outer walls.</p> - -<p>As they neared the gate of the estate, it flew -open and a dozen horsemen, fully armed, dashed -out.</p> - -<p>“Surrender, caballeros,” they cried in Mexican, -“or we shall kill you without mercy.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Hold your horses,” hailed back Coyote Pete, -quite oblivious of the fact that, in all probability, -none of the horsemen understood that free and -easy form of English.</p> - -<p>But to the boys’ surprise the cow-puncher’s -words were greeted with a shout of laughter -from the advancing ranks, and a fresh young -voice cried:</p> - -<p>“Who are you,—for the love of Mike?”</p> - -<p>“We are Americans who have brought back -the Senorita Alverado,” cried Pete, and was -going on, but his words were drowned in a ringing -cheer. The next minute explanations ensued. -It appeared that the party which had -sallied out at their approach was made up of -young American mining engineers, resident in -the neighborhood, who, on hearing of Don Alverado’s -loss, had at once formed themselves into -a posse.</p> - -<p>They had been starting out on a hunt for the -abductors of the Don’s beautiful daughter when -they heard the advance of our party. Surmising<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> -that it might be the outlaws returning to commit -further outrages, they had concealed themselves -and dashed out intent on capturing or -killing the disturbers of law and order.</p> - -<p>Their enthusiasm over the news of Senorita -Isabella Alverado’s rescue knew no bounds. -Wheeling their horses they dashed off up the -broad drive leading to the house to inform the -Don,—who was anxiously pacing his library,—of -the good news. They were followed, at a more -sober gait, by the Border Boys and their party.</p> - -<p>“My poor father! He must have known heavy -grief in the past few hours,” breathed the senorita, -as they approached the house. Jack was -struck by the unselfishness of the thought. Of -herself the senorita made no mention nor of all -that she had endured at the hands of the outlaws. -It was only of her father that she appeared -to think.</p> - -<p>Don Alverado, a tall, dignified looking old -Spanish gentleman, with a gray goatee and aristocratically -pointed moustaches, stood on the steps<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> -of the porch as they came up. His daughter -threw herself from her mount as they drew close, -and rushing into her father’s arms, was held -there for a brief interval. After his first emotion -at recovering his daughter had subsided, Don -Alverado bade the servants take the Americans’ -horses, and came forward, warmly thanking them -for their services. It made the boys feel rather -shamefaced to be thanked in such emotional fashion, -for the Don would insist on kissing each of -them, and by the time he got through his face -was almost as black as their own sooty countenances.</p> - -<p>Then they entered the house where, after they -had enjoyed refreshing baths, a hasty breakfast, -but magnificent in its appointments, was served. -In the meantime, Senorita Alverado had slipped -upstairs and donned a clinging gown of black, -in the bosom of which flashed an immense -diamond. The boys gazed at the wearer of the -gem with more admiration than at the stone itself. -If Senorita Alverado had looked beautiful<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> -in the lone rancho she appeared absolutely regal -now.</p> - -<p>“I see you regarding that diamond with interest, -gentlemen,” said Don Alverado, “it has an -interesting history. It was the present to me -many years since of a man who had received it -from an Indian sheep herder. This man, according -to my friend, had found a wonderful cave -in some mountain that he called the Trembling -Mountain. My friend tried to get him to give -some detail, but the Indian declared that devils -lived in the mountain who would kill him if -they knew he had revealed the secret of their -dwelling place to the outside world; so that except -for the fact that there is the stone,—and you -can see for yourselves it is a beautiful one,—I -regret I can tell you no more details. But, even -as it is, the diamond is doubly interesting outside -of its intrinsic value on account of its history.”</p> - -<p>As the professor made no mention of their -own peculiar interest in the legend of the -Trembling Mountain, Jack and the rest said nothing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> -about it. But, perhaps, all their hearts beat -a little faster at this convincing proof that the -strange story of Mr. Stetson’s dead protege was -true.</p> - -<p>But it had been a long night and the lads -could hardly keep their eyes open, even their -sense of politeness flagging under the leaden feeling -that had come into their eyelids. The Don -noted this, and at once suggested bed. It was -high time, too, as the early sun was already beginning -to light up the magnificent grounds about -the place, and the boys felt like regular night -owls.</p> - -<p>Servants in gorgeous livery escorted each lad -to a bedroom furnished with the gloomy magnificence -characteristic of the Spanish race. But -not one of them noted his surroundings as, tumbling -into the deliciously cool, clean sheets and -sinking into the downy mattresses, they dropped -into slumber as profound as it was dreamless.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XIV.</h2> - -<p class="pch">EL FIESTA.</p> - -<p>It was evening before the party reassembled. -On arising each member of our party found, -neatly folded upon his bed, a complete outfit. -Investing themselves in which, they felt more -like human beings again. For this kindness the -Don would not hear of being paid.</p> - -<p>“It is only a small part of my indebtedness to -you,” he declared.</p> - -<p>After the evening meal that night, which the -boys vowed was a starlight breakfast, the Don -informed them that the next day being a Saint’s -Day and a holiday in the village, he had arranged -for a series of sports of the country and -a great fete. This was partly in recognition of -his gratitude at his daughter’s recovery.</p> - -<p>“As you are all good horsemen, possibly you -may wish to participate,” went on the Don; “the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> -prizes will be worth competing for. In the lassoing -contest the prize will be a double-cinched -saddle of Cordovan leather, silver mounted. In -a novel game called Tilting the Ring, my daughter -has donated as first prize a pair of silver -spurs. The second prize in both events will be -bridles fitted with silver-mounted bits and appendages. -There will be other games, races and -so on, but these two contests are the most interesting.”</p> - -<p>Of course, this set the boys all agog. Their -first rather bashful feelings at the sumptuousness -with which they were surrounded, vanished, -under the stimulus of discussion of the forthcoming -contests. They all, with the exception of -the professor, entered for the Tilting the Ring -contest, which will be described later, while Coyote -Pete and Walt Phelps put down their names -as contestants in the lassoing events. Besides -these, there were races and jumping contests, in -all of which the boys decided to compete.</p> - -<p>The next morning dawned fair and still. Jack,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> -on opening the leaded sash of his window, gazed -with delight at the landscape below him. Softly -rolling hills spread far and near, dotted with -park-like groves of trees. Cattle could be seen -in the distance, and Jack guessed that they were -part of the herds controlled by Don Alverado. -At the foot of the hill upon which the hacienda -stood, lay the red roofs and white walls of the -village, with its cathedral towers rising above -the green vegetation which picturesquely was -intermingled with the dwellings. Blue smoke ascending -into the still air from the chimneys proclaimed -the fact that Santa Anita was astir early -on the day of the Don’s fete.</p> - -<p>Breakfast was a merry meal, and the boys -gazed admiringly at the senorita, who looked -more beautiful than ever in a white morning -gown with a dewy rose stuck jauntily in her -black hair.</p> - -<p>“Say, she looks like an old Spanish painting, -only more so,” observed Jack to Ralph, as, leaving -Walt and Pete to look after the stock and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> -professor to examine the Don’s extensive library, -they sauntered off to view the preparations.</p> - -<p>“Seems to me you are taking a lot of interest -in old Spanish paintings, my gallant youth,” -chuckled Ralph with a knowing look.</p> - -<p>Jack reddened.</p> - -<p>“The Don has a whole gallery full of them,” -he said, “and naturally I made comparisons.”</p> - -<p>“With the advantage in favor of the living -type,” chuckled Ralph; “say, you’re as easy to -see through as a spy glass, and——”</p> - -<p>“See here, Ralph Stetson, you shut up or I’ll -soak you,” sputtered Jack, looking rather sheepish -over his companion’s raillery.</p> - -<p>Ralph deemed it prudent to change the subject.</p> - -<p>“They certainly do things in style here,” he -said, gazing in admiration at the scene of busy -preparation which was going forward on the level -fields at the base of the hill on which the hacienda -was situated. Jack agreed with him. -Already a big force of men was at work roping<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> -off a course for the sports, and decorating the -poles in the national colors.</p> - -<p>At one end of the course several peons were -erecting a rather tall pole with a swing cross-bar -affixed to the top. From this cross-bar depended -a cord to which was attached a ring by -a snap contrivance. At the other end of the bar -hung a heavy bag filled with sawdust. This was -for the game of Tilt the Ring, as they were to -learn later. Each contestant was required to -pass a lance through the ring so skillfully as to -remove it from the snap bolt. If he did not succeed -it was obvious that the bag of sawdust -would swing around and deal him a blow before -he could get out of its reach.</p> - -<p>“Looks like a bully game,” opined Jack, after -the two boys had asked some questions of an -English-speaking peon, “but what happens to -you if the sack hits you?”</p> - -<p>“Maybe stick on. More maybe you fall off,” -grinned the man.</p> - -<p>“Humph,” grunted Ralph, “I don’t know so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> -much about that game. Looks pretty strenuous -to me.”</p> - -<p>Soon after, they visited the stables where Coyote Pete -and Walt already were. Coyote had his -lariat out, stretching it and getting it supple and -ready for the afternoon’s test, for the sports were -to commence after the midday meal. Walt was -rubbing the knees of his horse with care. Firewater -and Petticoats,—for Ralph had given his -new pony the old name,—whinnied as Ralph and -Jack entered, and their glowing eyes and shiny -coats showed that they were in fine fettle. In a -stall by them stood the horse they had appropriated -from the outlaws. It was a fine beast, somewhat -heavy, perhaps, but strongly limbed and -sinewed.</p> - -<p>“I’ll bet Ramon would give a lot to have that -horse back,” observed Jack, gazing at the beast -admiringly.</p> - -<p>“Yes, considering that we chose him in the -dark and in such a hurry, I don’t think we made -a bad choice,” was Walt’s rejoinder.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p> - -<p>The boys ate sparingly at noon day, despite -the variety and splendor of the dishes set before -them. They felt that they were the representatives -of America at the games, and that it would -not do to risk a tummy-ache or any other uncomfortable -feeling. Ralph, however, eyed the -various dishes longingly, having, as we know, -a fastidious appetite. But Jack’s whispered, -“You’re in training,” was enough to keep him -to the agreement they had made before luncheon.</p> - -<p>“I will have your horses saddled for you and -brought round,” said the Don, after the conclusion -of the meal. He was preparing to give -the order to a servant when Jack interposed.</p> - -<p>“Without meaning any discourtesy, Don Alverado,” -he said, “we would rather saddle up -Ourselves. You see——”</p> - -<p>“Say no more, say no more. It shall be as -you wish,” said the Don, but it was plain to see -that he was rather nettled over the Americans’ -independence.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> - -<p>“You see,” Jack explained to his chums later, -as they wended their way to the stables, “the -lower orders of Mexicans have no love for Americans, -and they are capable of putting up any -tricks on us. I don’t say that they would, but -then again it’s best to be on the safe side.”</p> - -<p>A chorus of assent greeted this. It did not -take long to saddle up, the necessary trappings -being among the gifts which Don Alverado had -insisted on showering on the saviors of his daughter. -The party had protested that they were well -able to pay their own way, but the Don would not -hear of it.</p> - -<p>“We do not treat our guests thus, in Mexico,” -he said, “and you, of course, know that the hospitality -of the old dons of Spain was proverbial.”</p> - -<p>The Americans made a fine-looking cavalcade -as they rode at an easy trot down to the field -where the contests were to be held. All wore -sombreros, held under the chin by a strap of rawhide. -Riding trousers of the loose, Mexican style, -red sashes and short jackets completed their attire.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> -It was in fact only by their clear, cleanlooking -skins and erect bearing that you could -have told they were not of the Spanish race.</p> - -<p>A large crowd had already gathered when they -reached the “lists,” as the scene of the contests -might be called. People came in costly carriages -with great C-shaped springs, in humbler vehicles, -and in back-country burro carts. From the town -a great procession streamed out on foot, and -everywhere there were Caballeros dashing about -on fiery horses, riding with the reckless abandon -of the Mexican horseman.</p> - -<p>“We’re up against a likely looking lot of -horsemen,” said Ralph, as they came in full view -of the gay scene.</p> - -<p>“We’ll have to do our best,” said Jack simply, -“the more skilled our opponents are, the more -credit it will be to us to defeat them if we can.”</p> - -<p>In a corral some distance off were the cattle -that were to be used in the lassoing contests. A -curious crowd was gathered about them expatiating -on their good points. All at once a band<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> -broke out into the Mexican national hymn as -the Don and his daughter, accompanied by a -party of guests, rode up to their seats in a small -stand, protected by a striped awning, placed immediately -opposite the tilting ring apparatus.</p> - -<p>“Gee whillakers, it’s hard to believe that we’re -in the twentieth century, ain’t it?” asked Coyote -Pete, as he gazed about him.</p> - -<p>“It’s like Don Quixote,” cried Ralph, quite -carried away by the shifting pictures of color -and life on the greensward about them.</p> - -<p>“Donkey who?” inquired Coyote Pete, whose -reading in the classics had not been extensive.</p> - -<p>“Oh, a certain old gentleman in Spain whose -specialty was going about rescuing beautiful -maidens and getting into trouble.”</p> - -<p>“Wall, that seems to be us,” observed Pete -dryly. “But look, the Don is announcing the first -contest. It’s the race to the town and back agin, -carrying a letter to the city hall, or whatever they -call it, and returning with an answer. Whoever -makes the best time wins a fine horse blanket and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> -a silver-mounted quirt. Any of you boys in it?”</p> - -<p>“No, I want to keep my mount fresh for the -tilting,” said Jack.</p> - -<p>“Same here,” announced the others.</p> - -<p>They watched the contest with interest, however. -It was won by a small Mexican on a wiry -little animal who sped into the town and back -in seemingly incredible time. As soon as he could -escape from the congratulatory crowd, the wiry -little horse was spurred toward where our friends -stood in a group waiting for their contests to be -announced.</p> - -<p>“For you I have the letter,” he said, as he -rode up and extended a bit of paper.</p> - -<p>“A letter for us. Impossible!” exclaimed Jack. -“Who could have sent it?”</p> - -<p>“It’s addressed ‘Senor Jack Merrill,’ sure -enough,” cried Ralph, “and the address is printed, -too.”</p> - -<p>“Somebody trying to disguise his hand,” commented -Jack, taking the note. “Well, let’s see -what it is, any how.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></p> - -<p>The note was only folded and when opened -proved to contain but a few words, but those -words were fraught with meaning.</p> - -<p>“<i>Be on the lookout to-day. You are in great -danger.</i>”</p> - -<p>“Well, what do you know about that!” exclaimed -Coyote Pete. “Is it a genuine warning, -I wonder, or jest a trick to keep us out of the -contests?”</p> - -<p>“Hard to say,” rejoined Jack. “Where’s that -little Mexican who brought it?”</p> - -<p>But the man on the wiry little horse had vanished -and a diligent search by the adventurers -failed to disclose him.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XV.</h2> - -<p class="pch">BY FAIR MEANS OR FOUL.</p> - -<p>A bugle note cut short their search. It proclaimed -that the start of the tilting contest was -at hand. The boys, accordingly, rode up to the -stand where the senorita handed each of them -and the other contestants a sharply tipped lance -decorated with white, green and red, the national -colors.</p> - -<p>They were then informed of the rules of the -contest, which were simple. Each contestant was -allowed twenty-five tries at the rings, and the -one gaining the greatest number of points was -to be the winner. A blow with the sawdust bag -was to count one point off. As the Don finished -announcing the rules, the Mexicans gave a yell -and a flourish of their lances and galloped off to -the starting point.</p> - -<p>Jack, Ralph and Walt saluted with a wave of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> -their hats and flourish of their lances, and then -headed off after them. Their little display of -gallantry caused quite a murmur of admiration -to run through the crowd. This was increased -to enthusiasm when it was seen how easily and -well they sat their active little horses.</p> - -<p>“Diablo! Those Gringoes can ride!” exclaimed -more than one Mexican in evident amazement -that any American could sit on a horse at all.</p> - -<p>At the starting line the lads dismounted, as -they did not wish to impose any more exertion -than was necessary upon their ponies. Leaning -their lances against the ropes of the course, they -gave themselves over to studying intently the -methods used by the tilters, some of whom were -old hands at the game, or so one would judge by -the confidence they displayed.</p> - -<p>“By George, those fellows are doing magnificently,” -Jack had to admit, as one after another -the Mexican contestants dashed down the human-fringed -lane and neatly transfixed the ring without -bringing the heavy sack around.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p> - -<p>The next instant a roar proclaimed that one -victim had been struck, and peering down the -course the boys could see the one who had failed -galloping off, shaking his spear angrily, while -his hat hung all awry on his head from the force -of the blow the sack had dealt him.</p> - -<p>But while everybody was still laughing at the -mishap, and addressing all kinds of jocular remarks -to the victim, Jack suddenly turned around -as he heard a peculiar noise behind him. He -was glad he had done so, for as he faced about -the figure of a Mexican slipped away in the -crowd. The fellow had been standing by the -group of lances assigned to the Americans. With -a few quick steps Jack reached the implements -and found that an attempt had been made to saw -one of them through in the middle. The rascal -who had attempted the trick, however, had been -detected so quickly by Jack’s vigilance that he -had not had time to do much more than scratch -the tough ash handle.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Guess I’ll take charge of those lances,” said -Jack to himself, and he proceeded to do so.</p> - -<p>The next minute Walt was summoned to take -his turn, and leaped into the saddle with a bound. -Jack handed him a lance, making no mention of -what he had discovered, for he had no wish to -make his chum nervous.</p> - -<p>Down dropped the starter’s flag, and off dashed -Walt down the lane of faces, his mount going -like the wind. As he neared the post he crouched -and drove his lance, as he thought, straight for -the ring. But alas! he hit the arm of the tilting -apparatus and around came the sawdust bag, -hitting the Border Boy a blow on the head that -almost knocked him out of the saddle. A chorus -of yells and jeers that made Walt’s ears burn, -greeted his failure. He was much downcast, as -he rode back to the starting place to await his -turn to try again.</p> - -<p>Ralph came next and fared no better than -Walt. But he was more easy-going about it.</p> - -<p>“Guess I’ll do better next time,” he shouted to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> -the laughing Mexicans, none of whom understood -him.</p> - -<p>Now came Jack. On account of his mount,—little -Firewater,—he perhaps attracted more attention -than the others. At all events, a great -ripple of sound swept like a wave through the -crowd as he dashed down the lists. But as the Border -Boy neared the ring and couched his lance for -the tilt, a sombrero was hurled from the crowd, -striking Firewater full in the eyes and causing -him to stop and swing with an abruptness that -would have sent a less practiced rider flying, and -perhaps have caused him serious injury. But if -this had been the intent of the man who hurled the -hat, it failed, for Jack kept his seat almost without -a perceptible shifting.</p> - -<p>“A hundred pesos to the man who finds and -captures that scoundrel!” shouted the Don angrily. -“Senor Merrill, come here.”</p> - -<p>Thus summoned to the stand, Jack became the -center of all eyes.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/ill-168.jpg" width="400" height="603" - alt="" - title="" /> - <p class="pc">Jack swept by in a cloud of dust and transfixed the ring.</p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span></p> - -<p>“That was an outrage, senor, for which I -apologize to you in the name of my country,” -said the Don, his voice quivering with real -chagrin.</p> - -<p>“Oh, it was cowardly!” cried the senorita, -clasping her hands impulsively.</p> - -<p>“Most probably it was the act of some irresponsible -person,” declared Jack, unwilling to -give his host more pain.</p> - -<p>“He shall suffer for it if he is caught,” was -the rejoinder; then turning to one of the officials -of the course, the Don told him to announce -that Jack would try again.</p> - -<p>This time a roar of genuine surprise went up -as Jack swept by in a cloud of dust and transfixed -the ring as deftly as any of his predecessors.</p> - -<p>“Bravo!” cried the Don, “and shame on any -of my countrymen who will not say likewise.”</p> - -<p>This had its effect on those within hearing of -the Don, but on the outskirts of the crowd, where -the lower element of the town predominated, low -hootings and expressions of dissatisfaction were -heard.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p> - -<p>On the next round several of the Mexicans -failed, but Walt, Ralph and Jack each got one -of the rings. This placed Jack and the three -Mexicans who had succeeded on an even basis.</p> - -<p>The crowd began to shout encouragement to -its representatives. One of them, a tall fellow -on a splendid horse, turned to Jack as they stood -awaiting their turns once more.</p> - -<p>“A bet of twenty pesos on the Mexican team, -senor,” he said.</p> - -<p>“I don’t bet,” rejoined Jack, “but I hope the -best man wins.”</p> - -<p>The Mexican, with a glance of contempt, replied:</p> - -<p>“Peste! You are only boys. Mocho chico. -What chance have you to win? You had better -withdraw before you are covered with shame -by your failure.”</p> - -<p>“Guess we’re not worrying,” rejoined Jack -easily, “but it’s your turn, senor.”</p> - -<p>“So it is. Behold, and you shall see with what -ease I will get zee ring.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></p> - -<p>He thundered confidently off. Alas, for the -caballero’s hopes! It is true that he “got it” -in one sense, but instead of getting the ring he -got the bag with a force that sent his sombrero -spinning into the crowd.</p> - -<p>“Not so easy as it looks, eh?” laughed Jack, -as the discomfited Mexican came riding back -with a black frown on his face.</p> - -<p>“Santa Maria, it was my horse’s fault,” he -declared, “the brute is no good. He is a beast; -what you Gringoes call a ‘skate.’”</p> - -<p>He began spurring the animal savagely, making -the poor creature jump and caper about in its -agony.</p> - -<p>“I wouldn’t do that, senor,” said Jack quietly, -but with a gleam in his eyes. “By the way, we’ve -a proverb in our country that might interest -you.”</p> - -<p>“A proverb,—bah! what is it?”</p> - -<p>“Why, they say a bad workman always complains -of his tools,” rejoined Jack, looking the -other straight in the eye. “Think it over.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p> - -<p>Before the other could reply it was Jack’s turn -once more, Walt and Ralph both having scored -failures. Once more the Border Boy succeeded, -thus getting one point ahead of the rest. On the -next round, however, he missed the mark, while -the three Mexicans still in the contest all scored.</p> - -<p>“You see,” said the tall Mexican, “we can -easily, if we will, prevent you Gringoes from -scoring at our national games.”</p> - -<p>“By fair means?” replied Jack.</p> - -<p>“By any means, senor,” was the reply, “all is -fair in love and war.”</p> - -<p>“Guess I’ll keep an eye on you,” thought Jack -to himself.</p> - -<p>With varying fortunes the game went on till -two rounds from the concluding one only Jack -and two Mexicans were left in the game. Walt -and Ralph had dropped out in favor of Jack when -they saw that they were too far behind to catch -up. The scores of all three, the Mexicans and -the Border Boy, were now even, and the excitement -was extreme. No cheers or any other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> -sounds were to be heard now. In intense silence -the crowd watched every move.</p> - -<p>The next bout found them still on even terms. -Now came the last, with everyone fraught up to -a tense pitch of excitement. It had ceased to be -a game of tilting the ring. It was a contest for -the supremacy of Mexico at one of her favorite -games.</p> - -<p>“Now, Jack, old chap, no misses,” cried Ralph -from the crowd.</p> - -<p>“Go in and win, old boy. You can do it!” -came from Walt.</p> - -<p>Jack said nothing, but in his heart was a determination -to get that ring at any cost but that -of fair play. The tall Mexican now regarded -the Border Boy with open looks of enmity. He -made no attempt to conceal his hatred of the -young American boy who had made the best -horsemen in Sonora look to their laurels.</p> - -<p>But Jack paid no attention to the fellow, concentrating -all his attention on his lance, to see -that it was in fit condition for the crucial test.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span></p> - -<p>The tall Mexican was the first of the trio to -dash off.</p> - -<p>Yells, almost prayers, of encouragement implored -him to transfix the ring. But just as he -couched his lance his horse stumbled, and before -he could regain his stride the prize was gone so -far as that contestant was concerned. Next came -his compatriot. But ill fortune followed him, -too. In some unknown manner his aim, which -had proved unerring, now failed him at the test, -and he struck the ring with a jangling clink but -failed to dislodge it.</p> - -<p>Bang! Around came the sand bag, knocking -him almost off his horse, which he had imprudently -reined up, in his chagrin.</p> - -<p>Now came Jack’s turn. That lad would not -have been human if he had not felt a slight trace -of nervousness as he settled himself in his saddle -and prepared for the word. Amid a breathless -silence it came.</p> - -<p>“Yip-ee-ee-ee!”</p> - -<p>The cowboy yell broke from the throats of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> -Walt and Ralph. It was the only sound but the -clattering of Firewater’s hoofs as he rocketed -down the course. But the next instant Bedlam -broke loose as Jack’s lance entered the ring -cleanly and removed it from its snap without a -hitch. Howls and a few cheers filled the air, but -the former by far predominated. But amid the -confusion there came a sudden sound that -abruptly halted the babel.</p> - -<p>Three shots sounded out sharp and clear. At -the same instant Jack, who had just reined in -Firewater, was seen to reel from his saddle and -fall apparently helpless to one side of it.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XVI.</h2> - -<p class="pch">A BORDER BOY ERRANT.</p> - -<p>But the bullets which had been meant to terminate -Jack’s career had not found their “billet.” -Instead, his sudden fall to one side of the saddle -was a quick acting out of an old cowboy trick. -The instant that the first bullet had whistled by -his ear Jack had flung himself down thus, and -as a consequence, the shots had missed their -mark. The relief of Walt and Ralph, as they -came elbowing through the crowd to find that -their chum was unhurt, may be imagined.</p> - -<p>The incident, too, had quite changed the temper -of the crowd, as such things often will. An -unpopular monarch has often been turned into -his people’s idol by an attempted assassination, -and something of the same thing occurred now. -Cheers for the American boy rang through the -air. In the midst of the excitement Don Alverado<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> -came riding up, pressing his big chestnut horse -through the throng.</p> - -<p>“Thank the saints you are not injured, my gallant -boy,” he cried in his impulsive way. “Not -for my entire estates would I have had you even -scratched. But what is this?”</p> - -<p>The Don broke off in his congratulations -abruptly, as a sudden commotion occurred on the -outskirts of the crowd. Rising in his stirrups -Jack could see that the center of the turmoil -was Coyote Pete, and that he was dragging -something at the end of his lariat, one end of -which was wound around his saddle horn.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the crowd rushed in on this object, -whatever it was, but the next instant the wave -of humanity surged back again, as Coyote drew -two pistols and aimed them right and left into -the throng.</p> - -<p>“The first one that touches the varmint gits a -taste of these!” he was shouting, and although -few in the crowd could understand the words, -they all caught the significance of his tones and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> -fell back. Thus, left with a free path, Coyote -spurred his horse on and rode up to where the -Don and the Border Boys were assembled. The -professor had, by this time, joined the group and -brought word that Senorita Alverado wished to -be informed at once of Jack’s condition, and if -he had been seriously injured. Word was at once -despatched to her that he was unharmed.</p> - -<p>What Coyote Pete had at the end of his lariat -was now at once apparent. It was a human being -who struggled to his feet as the cow-puncher -drew rein. Covered with dust as the man was, -and bleeding from his not over gentle treatment -by the first of the crowd who had rushed in on -him, Jack yet had no difficulty in recognizing the -man as the tall Mexican who had been defeated, -and who had declared his intention of shutting -out the American boy by fair means or foul.</p> - -<p>“What is this?” demanded the Don, as the -abject object stood cringing and whining before -him.</p> - -<p>“This is the pesky critter that fired them shots<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> -at Jack Merrill, your Donship!” announced Coyote. -“Stand up thar, you dirty dog, and let ’em -git a good look at you. Yer see,” he went on, -“arter that hat was thrown at Jack, I was on -the lookout fer dirty work, so I jest took up my -stand near the tilting post, fer I judged thet if -thar was truble it ’ud come thar. Wall, I seen -this fellow miss and ther look on his face when -he realized it. ‘Ole hoss,’ thinks I, ‘I’ll jes’ watch -you close.’ Wall, I did, but afore I could stop -him he fired them shots. Arter that he sneaked -off in the crowd, but I got arter him with my -lariat, and I reckon I got him good an’ tight -and hog-tied for branding.”</p> - -<p>The Don’s face grew black.</p> - -<p>“I know this fellow,” he said, “he is a former -employee of mine whom I discharged for quarreling -and gambling. But this outrage will terminate -his career. As a magistrate of this district, -I convene court here and sentence him -to——”</p> - -<p>But with a piercing scream the abject being<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> -whom Coyote had lassoed cast himself on the -ground. He writhed, he dug at the dirt with -his nails, he grovelled and begged in an agony of -terror. But the Don was unmoved. It was different -with Jack, however. While the fellow’s -cowardice disgusted him, at the same time he -felt a faint sentiment of pity. At any rate, he -did not wish human life taken on his account.</p> - -<p>Just then a woman rushed through the crowd -holding a child by each hand. Word flew around -that it was the would-be assassin’s wife and children. -This decided Jack. Pressing his pony forward, -he rode to Don Alverado’s side.</p> - -<p>“Don’t you think, sir, that leniency might be -observed in this case?” he said. “The man’s -wife and children, the excitement, the chagrin of -losing the contest, and——”</p> - -<p>“Say no more; say no more,” was the abrupt -reply. In fact, at the sight of the man’s terrified -wife and bewildered children, the Don himself -had experienced a feeling of compunction, “Jose, -your life is saved——”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span></p> - -<p>The abject creature sprang up, pouring out a -fulsome stream of thanks and blessings. But -the Don abruptly checked him.</p> - -<p>“Had it not been for your wife and children, -and for the noble intercession of this young man -whom you attempted foully to assassinate, I -should have hanged you without loss of time. But -their pleadings have had weight with me——”</p> - -<p>“Oh, the blessings of the saints on the caballero’s -head,——” began the Mexican, but once -more he was cut short.</p> - -<p>“But I only remit your sentence on one condition,” -went on the Don, “and that is that you -leave this part of the country forever. My overseer -will supply you with the money. If within -twelve hours you are in the neighborhood of -Santa Anita, your life shall pay the penalty. Now -go!”</p> - -<p>The Mexican reeled to his feet, and, shunned -by the crowd, tottered off. Only his wife and -children clung to him.</p> - -<p>“Strange that often the worst of men will<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> -have the most faithful wives and devoted children,” -mused the Don. “But come,” he said, -putting aside his momentary gravity, “do not let -us mar the day by this incident. Senor Merrill, -you will now proceed to the stand where your -prize awaits you.”</p> - -<p>At this the crowd set up a great cheer, and -surrounded by his friends, Jack rode to the -grandstand where the senorita, still pale, but -radiant, presented him with the prize. Jack, -crimson to the roots of his hair, stammered out -something in reply, he never knew what; and -then bending low he presented the lance tip on -which the ring still reposed to the senorita. With -a blush and a smile she took the ring and snatching -a red rose from her hair affixed it to the -point of his lance. What a shout went up then! -And in the midst of it our party rode off, for the -roping contest had been called.</p> - -<p>“Say, where did you learn that trick, all that -bowing and doo-dadds, and all that?” grinned -Walt, as the chums rode side by side.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Yes, old chap, you acted like a regular knight -errant. Polite as a floor walker,” chortled Ralph; -“there’s only one thing you’ve forgotten to do.”</p> - -<p>“What’s that?” asked Jack innocently.</p> - -<p>“Why, press the rose to your lips, you chump. -I never read of any regular blown-in-panel knight -who didn’t do that.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I’m not one of that brand, I guess,” -laughed Jack. But just the same, it may be set -down here that he took particular care of that -rose for many a long day.</p> - -<p>To his chagrin, Coyote Pete only came off second -best in the roping contest, but, as the boys -remarked, “It wouldn’t do for these people to -think we are hogs and want all the prizes.”</p> - -<p>“That’s right,” agreed Pete, good humoredly, -“an’, as somebody said, some place ‘thar’s glory -enough fer all.’”</p> - -<p>Early the next day after participating in the -festivities of the evening, the lads and their -elders once more took to the trail. In the meantime, -the professor had attended to the renewing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> -of their supplies and “scientific paraphernalia,” -and they had decided to confide their adventures -and the object of their quest to Don -Alverado.</p> - -<p>“You are on an adventurous mission,” he commented, -“and I wish you all success.”</p> - -<p>Before they set out the generous Don confided -to Jack’s care a document in Spanish.</p> - -<p>“If you fall in with any government officials,” -he said, “that will act as your safeguard and -passport. Adios, señors.”</p> - -<p>“Adios!” shouted the boys, as they rode off. -Jack, looking back in the early dawn, thought he -saw a handkerchief fluttering from an upper window -of the hacienda. At any rate, he waved his -sombrero gallantly and bowed low.</p> - -<p>“Guess it’s a good thing we got Jack away -from the hacienda,” chortled Walt, in an audible -tone.</p> - -<p>“Guess it’ll be a good thing for you to maintain -a discreet silence,” growled Jack, in what -was for him such a savage tone that Walt looked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> -rather alarmed. But before they had gone many -miles Jack, who had been silent and thoughtful, -began to become his old self once more under the -influence of the trail and looked-for adventure.</p> - -<p>They traveled that day without any incident -worth chronicling, and nightfall found them -camped on a fertile plain, deep in waving grasses -and plentifully watered. The level expanse was -almost at the foot of the gloomy Chinipal Range, -in which was located the mysterious mountain in -search of which they had journeyed so far. That -night all lay down to rest with the feeling that -the morrow would see the beginning of their real -hard work.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XVII.</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE TRAIL OF THE TREMBLING MOUNTAIN.</p> - -<p>But the Trembling Mountain still lay far from -them. Following that bivouac at the foot of the -somber chain of mountains, they made their way -for some days through the most magnificent scenery -they had ever seen. Even Grizzly Pass could -show nothing to compare with it. It was an -enchanted land of soaring peaks, deep and narrow -canyons in whose depths lay perpetual twilight, -mighty cliffs and crags and leaping waterfalls.</p> - -<p>Sometimes on topping an eminence they could -see far off to the southwest a circle of snowy -peaks vaunting it above their timber clothed -brethren. From some of these peaks issued columns -of blue smoke. Somewhere among those -smoldering volcanoes, the professor told them, -lay the object of their quest. At noon every day<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> -careful observations were taken, but they still -pressed onward, the mystery and charm of their -quest increasing all the time.</p> - -<p>Often, seated about the campfire, they discussed -the possibility of the Ramon gang having -trailed them; but the consensus of opinion was -that they had succeeded in throwing the rascals -off their tracks.</p> - -<p>“But the scoundrels are keen on the scent where -gold or treasure is concerned,” said Ralph one -evening, “and I’ll bet that if they are not now -on our trail they are trying to get upon it. I’ve -got a private presentiment that we are not destined -to land that treasure without a struggle.”</p> - -<p>“If only we could encounter those Mexican -Rangers of Colonel Alverado’s, our task would -be easier,” said Jack. “I’ve a good mind to look -about at daylight to-morrow before we get under -way, and see if I can discover some trace of -them.”</p> - -<p>“Not a bad idea,” assented the professor, “the -Don said that his men were off in this section<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> -somewhere, as it was suspected that the rascally -gang of which Ramon is the head would make in -this direction to seek shelter in the wild fastnesses.”</p> - -<p>The next day, dawn had hardly made things -visible before Jack was stirring, and saddling -the big horse which they had taken from the -Mexican outlaws at the lone rancho, set forth -on his quest. They had wished to leave this -horse as a present to Don Alverado for his kindness, -but the Don would not hear of it. He -argued that they might need an extra horse, and -his words had proven true. The extra animal -had come in handy once or twice when one or -another of their own mounts was crippled temporarily -by the rough mountain roads.</p> - -<p>Jack did not set out without an objective point. -This was the summit of a cliff at some distance -which he felt sure he could reach by a sort of -natural trail he had observed from below. It -was going to be risky, though. To begin with, -the trail was too narrow for him to turn back if<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> -he found it ended abruptly, but it was the only -way of reaching the cliff top, and Jack felt that -only from there could he obtain a good view -of the surrounding country.</p> - -<p>To his relieved surprise, however, the trail, -though narrow enough in places to give a timid -rider heart failure, was yet wide enough toward -the summit to afford a foothold to a sure-footed -horse like the one he bestrode. After about half -an hour of breath-catching riding, the Border -Boy at length reached the top. As he had anticipated, -the view from there was as extended -as it was magnificent. Peak after peak in serried -ranks stretched away on every side. Deep canyons -lay between them, with here and there a -solitary eagle soaring above the dark depths. The -sky above was a blinding blue, and the newly -risen sun shone brightly, but yet, at that great -altitude, Jack felt chilled.</p> - -<p>But if he had expected to see the smoke of -campfires, or spy a distant line of moving dots -on this vast panorama, he was mistaken. No<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> -human note marred the impressive solemnity of -the scene. Jack Merrill, poised with his horse on -the cliff top, might have been the only being in -the world for any evidence to the contrary.</p> - -<p>“Well, I suppose I’d better be getting back -again,” he thought to himself. “What a magnificent -country! It is like those cloud palaces you -see among the thunder heads on a still summer’s -day in New England.”</p> - -<p>With half a sigh at leaving such a spectacle -behind him, the boy turned his horse, and as he -did so gave vent to a shout of surprise.</p> - -<p>Kneeling on one knee behind a rock, and pointing -a rifle full at him, was the figure of a man who -must have crept quietly up while Jack had been -admiring the view. This figure made a gesture -cautioning Jack not to move, and then gave a -shrill whistle. Instantly the woods all about galvanized -into life. A score of wild-looking horsemen -sprang out. They were all armed, and Jack, -utterly at a loss to know what this could portend, -stopped short.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Well, senors, what is it?” he asked politely.</p> - -<p>“Get off that horse, Miguel de Acosta,” ordered -one of the men sternly. “It is useless to -resist, and——”</p> - -<p>“But my name doesn’t happen to be Miguel de -Acosta,” protested Jack.</p> - -<p>“In that case, what are you doing with his -horse?”</p> - -<p>“Whose horse?”</p> - -<p>“Why, De Acosta’s. If you are not De Acosta -and have his horse you are a horse thief, which -is as bad under our laws as any of the crimes of -which De Acosta is accused.”</p> - -<p>“Will somebody please tell me what all this -means?” cried Jack, looking about him bewilderedly.</p> - -<p>“Please let me examine the brand of that -horse,” said the first speaker, who seemed to be a -kind of leader; “ah, just as I thought. A bar -and a flying U. That’s De Acosta’s horse and -you are the man we’re after. Get off now.”</p> - -<p>“But—but——,” began Jack, beginning to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> -think that this adventure might turn out seriously -after all.</p> - -<p>“No explanations now. You may make those -to the commandante later. Come, senor,” as -Jack still hesitated, “are you going to dismount?”</p> - -<p>“Nothing for it I suppose but to obey,” said -Jack, clambering out of the saddle.</p> - -<p>The man who was conducting this inquiry -while the rest looked grimly on, was excessively -polite, but there was something alarming in his -very suavity. As Jack’s feet touched the ground -a sharp order was given in Spanish, and two of -the horsemen who had so suddenly appeared -stepped to his side. As they did so they tapped -their rifles significantly. But suddenly Jack -noted something, and that was that on the butt -of each of the rifles was stamped Republica de -Mexico, No. 2, Sonora.</p> - -<p>A great light broke upon him.</p> - -<p>“Why, you are Mexican Rangers,—Rurales,—are -you not?” he demanded of the seeming leader.</p> - -<p>“Si, senor. None should know that better than<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> -you.” was the grave reply. “We are the second -division of Sonora, with headquarters at Santa -Anita.”</p> - -<p>“Hooray, then it’s all right after all,” cried -the boy, and plunging his hand into his breast -pocket he drew forth the paper which Don Alverado -had given him before they departed from -his hospitable roof. The officer scanned it with -raised eyebrows.</p> - -<p>“Why, senor. A thousand pardons. I see that -a mistake has been made. But pardon me, how -do you come to be riding the horse of the notorious -outlaw, De Acosta, who is one of Black -Ramon de Barros’s chief lieutenants?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I see it all now,” cried Jack, “you were -in search of Black Ramon, and when you saw a -horse answering the description of De Acosta’s, -you at once jumped to the conclusion that I must -be he. Say, that’s quite a joke.”</p> - -<p>“It wouldn’t have been much of a joke for you, -if you had not proved your identity, senor,” was -the grave reply of the officer,—for such Jack<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> -now knew he must be, “do you know what we -would have done with the real Acosta had we -found him? Hanged him to the nearest tree and -left his body for the gallinazos and the buzzards.”</p> - -<p>The day was warm, but Jack shuddered as the -leader of the Mexican Rangers spoke.</p> - -<p>“But, senor,” went on the young officer, “you -hinted just now at having a story to tell about -how you came by the horse. Will you breakfast -with me at our camp yonder, and you can relate -your story as we eat? It may be of great value -to the State if it throws any light on the ways of -Black Ramon.”</p> - -<p>Jack assented to this proposition. For one -thing, he was hungry. For another, he saw that -the Mexican Rangers might prove valuable allies -in case of a brush with the Ramon outfit. All -the rurales, among whom a very democratic -spirit prevailed, were much interested in his tale. -They hung closely about the officer’s quarters, a -blanket stretched on the ground, while Jack related<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> -his story of the happenings at the lonely -rancho. It made an odd scene, this conclave under -the great mountain pines. There was the -clean-cut American lad sitting tailor fashion -opposite the young officer who listened eagerly, -while all about hovered the forms of the rangers, -clad in bright sashes and brilliant-hued serapes, -with immense cone-topped hats lavishly decorated -with gold and silver braid. Jack learned -later that some of these men oftentimes pay as -high as two hundred dollars for their headgear, -and that a good sombrero will pass down from -father to son and grandson without deteriorating.</p> - -<p>At the conclusion of Jack’s narrative, the officer -expressed a wish to visit the camp of the -Border Boys, more especially as it was in a part -of the mountains unfamiliar to him. No time, -therefore, was lost in mounting and getting under -way. The Rangers used bugle calls like regular -troops, the trumpeter riding at the leader’s side.</p> - -<p>In single line they defiled down the steep trail<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> -by which Jack had ascended, and were soon at -the foot of the mighty cliff.</p> - -<p>“And where is your camp, senor?” inquired -the officer, after they had ridden for some time -in the direction in which Jack knew it lay.</p> - -<p>“That’s what’s puzzling me, senor,” rejoined -the boy anxiously, “it should be here, but——”</p> - -<p>He broke off abruptly. Undoubtedly from the -litter and the still smoking embers upon which -they had just that minute stumbled they must be -at the site of the camp. But where were the lad’s -companions?</p> - -<p>Had the earth swallowed them they could not -have vanished more completely, nor did a painstaking -search by the Rangers reveal any clue -as to their whereabouts or the manner of their -departure.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XVIII.</h2> - -<p class="pch">BLACK RAMON’S TRICKERY.</p> - -<p>“This looks like some of that rascal Ramon’s -work!”</p> - -<p>Jack paused in the fruitless search and wiped -the perspiration from his forehead.</p> - -<p>The officer of the Rangers, whose name was -Antonio Del Rio, carefully rolled a brown paper -cigarette and lighted it before he glanced up at -the troubled young countenance before him.</p> - -<p>“I think you are right, senor. During your -absence he and his band must have surprised the -camp and carried your amigos off as prisoners, -that is, unless they themselves have taken to the -trail.”</p> - -<p>“And leave me behind! Not likely. No, senor, -they have met with some foul play.”</p> - -<p>“I proffer you my services and those of my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> -Rangers,” was the prompt rejoinder, “we will -set out at once.”</p> - -<p>“But the question is, in which direction shall -we go?” asked Jack, frankly bewildered.</p> - -<p>“Wait. I will call Juan Andreas. He is the -most expert tracker in the Rurales, and if there -is a chance of picking up their trail, he will do -it.”</p> - -<p>Andreas proved to be a small, shrivelled Mexican -on a “paint” or spotted pony. Jack saw that -his eyes flashed like those of an old hunting dog, -as, in obedience to his superior’s command, he -slipped from his pony and began running about -in the surrounding woods, crouching low, with -his nose almost on the ground.</p> - -<p>Suddenly he stopped, straightened up, and with -a gesture almost regal, he raised a hand and -pointed to the west.</p> - -<p>“They go that way,” he said in Mexican.</p> - -<p>The young officer nodded. The notes of the -bugle rang out, and an instant later the camp -site was once more deserted as the cavalcade<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> -dashed off through the dense woods in hot pursuit -of the missing men and boys.</p> - -<p>It is now time that we inquire for ourselves -just what was happening and had happened to -Ralph, Walt, Coyote Pete and the professor. -After Jack had left the camp then, the professor -with his geological hammer had started out to -get specimens, of which he already had several -pounds, much to Coyote Pete’s disgust.</p> - -<p>He wandered down the canyon and had perhaps -gone further than he intended, when suddenly he -was seized from behind, his arms pinioned and -the cold muzzle of a pistol pressed to the back of -his neck.</p> - -<p>“Now march,” came a crisp order, and the man -of science, being also a man of discernment, -“marched.” He did not dare to turn his head, -but from the trampling of hoofs behind him he -judged that several men must be following in -his wake. Before long he found that they were -undoubtedly headed for the Border Boys’ camp. -But he dared make no outcry, for the old man<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> -had guessed already that his captors must be -Black Ramon’s men, and he knew that they held -human life no dearer than so much dust.</p> - -<p>Arrived near to the camp, the old man was -tied to a tree and gagged, and then his captors, -whom he now recognized as Ramon’s band, scattered -among the trees in such a manner that they -completely encircled the camp. All at once one -of them began to make a peculiar sound,—a perfect -imitation of the “gur-gur-gur-gobble” of the -wild turkey.</p> - -<p>How the professor longed to warn the boys of -the crafty trap that was being set for them! But -he was powerless to do anything. As the wily -band of marauders had guessed, the “skirling” -of the supposed turkey was enough to set the -camp agog. Snatching up shotguns, Walt and -Ralph plunged off into the underbrush. They -had not gone twenty paces before the brigands, -noiselessly as panthers, seized and bound them, -old coats being held over their heads to prevent<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> -their making any outcry. This done, they were -bound to the same tree as the professor.</p> - -<p>The capture of Coyote Pete alone, now remained -to be accomplished. For, as we know, -though the marauders were not aware of the fact, -Jack was far from the camp at the time. But -in Coyote the Mexicans caught a Tartar. The -old plainsman was frying some bacon, stooping -low over the coals, when the sharp crack of a -twig behind him caught his attentive ear. Like -a flash he bounded erect, but not before the muzzles -of a dozen rifles were aimed at him from the -underbrush.</p> - -<p>Black Ramon was taking no chances with Coyote -Pete, whom he knew both by reputation and -experience.</p> - -<p>For one instant, as he took in the situation, -Coyote was still as a figure carved from marble. -Only the heaving of his chest under his -blue shirt showed that he was, for him, considerably -startled.</p> - -<p>Suddenly, and without the slightest warning,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> -the old plainsman crouched low, and then dashing -straight at the nearest Mexican, seized him by -the legs, and before the others had recovered -their senses, he had hurled the fellow backward -by an expert wrestling trick. The astonished -Mexican alighted in the midst of the campfire, -overturning the spider, from which he was plentifully -sprinkled with scalding bacon fat.</p> - -<p>In this way Coyote, cut off from reaching his -own weapons, managed to possess himself of a -rifle.</p> - -<p>“Now,” he shouted, “the first varmint that -fires at me gets some of this lead. I may only -have one shot, but I’ll make that one tell.”</p> - -<p>A storm of bullets was the result, but Coyote -with that quick foresight which was his characteristic, -threw himself flat behind a large rock, with -the result that the leaden hail spattered against -the solid stone.</p> - -<p>Suddenly a figure on a black horse rode into the -little clearing. It was Ramon himself. Without -the slightest hesitation Coyote threw up his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> -rifle to his shoulder, and, disregarding his own -danger, fired point blank at the outlaw leader.</p> - -<p>But for once Coyote Pete’s aim was at fault. -Ramon was not even scratched by the missile.</p> - -<p>“Gosh!” exclaimed Pete, “I begin ter think -thar is suthin’ in that story that he bears a -charmed life arter all. I had a plum bead on him -and——”</p> - -<p>In his astonishment at his missing such an -easy shot, the cow-puncher had not noticed several -forms creeping through the dark woods behind -him. Before he had a chance to defend -himself, he was dealt a mighty blow on the back -of the head by a “clubbed” rifle in the hands of -one of the outlaws whose head was encircled by a -big bandage.</p> - -<p>“Take that for the blow you struck me at the -rancho,” grunted the fellow, as Pete, spreading -his arms, fell forward like a stunned ox. The -man who had dealt the blow was the same whom -Pete had knocked off the ladder on that memorable -night at the lonely rancho.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Pick him up and place him with the others,” -ordered Ramon, without the slightest trace of -any emotion whatever showing on his copper-colored -face.</p> - -<p>This order was swiftly carried out, and the -consternation of the others may be imagined -when they saw the cow-puncher’s lanky form -being carried by two of the raiders. They had -heard the shots and at first they feared that Pete -was dead, but to their relief, the next minute, they -overheard Ramon remark:</p> - -<p>“Throw him upon his horse when you bring it -up. He’ll be all right in a short time.”</p> - -<p>Presently the boys, with eyes that flamed with -indignation, saw the Mexicans leading up their -stock, not forgetting the pack burros, whose burdens -had been hastily hitched on.</p> - -<p>“Caramba, but I would like to lay my hands -on that other one, that Merrill boy, more than -all the rest,” snarled Ramon through his yellow -teeth. “Take the gag out of that boy’s mouth -yonder, and ask him where Jack Merrill is,” commanded<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> -Ramon of one of his men, none other in -fact than the Acosta for whom Jack had been -mistaken.</p> - -<p>Ralph was the prisoner designated by Ramon, -and not a little relieved was he to have the not-over -clean bit of cloth, with which his mouth had -been stopped, removed from his teeth.</p> - -<p>“Now then,” blustered Ramon, “where is Jack -Merrill?”</p> - -<p>“Far from here and on a mission to Santa -Anita,” retorted Ralph boldly. He was an honest -lad, but in such a case deceit was the only -course possible. If he had told the truth, the -bandits were quite capable of hiding and waiting -for the boy, thus enmeshing the whole party.</p> - -<p>“What has he gone there for? Be careful, -boy, and speak the truth.”</p> - -<p>“To get the Mexican Rangers to run down all -such rascals as you,” was the bold reply, and one -which an instant later Ralph wished he had bitten -out his tongue before he made.</p> - -<p>“Well, that being the case, forewarned is forearmed,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> -as you say in your country,” rejoined Ramon. -Then in Spanish he gave orders to mount -immediately. First, however, he presented Jack’s -pony Firewater to Acosta, as a recompense, presumably, -for the loss of the latter’s own animal.</p> - -<p>The boys and the professor were hustled into -saddles and their legs tied together under the -ponies’ bellies. Ramon stood by looking on sardonically -while this was being done.</p> - -<p>“You are not at the lone rancho now,” he -chuckled, “but in the heart of the most lonesome -range of mountains in Mexico. That was a -clever trick of yours to escape with the senorita, -but now you are going to pay for it. Ah, yes, I -shall have a revenge, and such a revenge it will -be, too!” He showed his long yellow fangs as -he spoke, and chuckled hideously. In spite of -their determination to be calm, the lads shuddered -a bit. But the professor stared stonily at the -ruffian.</p> - -<p>“Am I to understand that it is your intention -to abduct us?” he demanded.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p> - -<p>“It is,” was the rejoinder, “I mean to make -you useful to me in many ways. As my slaves -in Trembling Mountain I’ll make you wish every -hour of the day that you had never tried to thwart -Black Ramon. Forward!”</p> - -<p>At the command the band dashed off. Coyote -Pete, still unconscious, tied to the saddle of his -horse. The boys’ gags had been removed, as had -the professor’s of course, and as the rush of -hoofs drowned other sounds, Walt found an opportunity -to say to Ralph:</p> - -<p>“Thank goodness, old Jack’s still at large. Depend -upon it, he’ll find some way to get the -Mexican Rangers and help us out of this.”</p> - -<p>But Ralph shook his head.</p> - -<p>“We’re at the last ditch now, Walt,” he replied. -“I don’t see a chance for us.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XIX.</h2> - -<p class="pch">WHAT COYOTE DID.</p> - -<p>Coyote Pete, as Ramon had prophesied, came -out of his swoon before long. His return to consciousness -was enlivened by some of the most -picturesque language the Mexicans had ever -heard. But as Coyote had been tied to the saddle -he could not relieve his mind otherwise than -by using all the opprobrious names he could select -from a copious vocabulary. Now it was a -peculiarity of Pete’s that he never swore,—that -is, actually used bad language,—but he had invented -a language all his own to express his feelings -when angry. Set down on paper it would -look tame, but as Coyote Pete used it, it was -tremendous,—exterminating almost.</p> - -<p>But after his first outbreak, Coyote remained -unusually calm. He was thinking with all his -might, but all his thinking did not bring him any<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> -nearer to a solution of their difficulties. They -were in the hands of the most bloodthirsty band -of rascals in Mexico. Even if they escaped, they -would be bound to perish miserably in those rugged -wilds without food or the weapons to procure -any. The nearest settlement, Pete knew, must -be at least two hundred miles away, and probably -more.</p> - -<p>Truly, it was not a cheerful predicament. In -fact, as Ralph had said, it looked very much like -the last ditch. But Coyote was not of the kind -of human that gives in and throws up its hands -just because on the surface of things it seems -time to abandon hope. Far otherwise, as the -readers of other volumes of this series know. -There probably was not a cooler head nor a better -one along the border than Coyote Pete, but -even he had to own that, for the present anyhow, -he was “stumped.”</p> - -<p>At noon a halt was made for a few minutes, -and frijoles, corn bread and muddy black coffee -(cold) was given the prisoners. The professor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> -could not eat, he was in such a state of mind. -But the others fell to heartily enough; the boys, -because they were boys, with appetites that nothing -could upset, and Coyote Pete, with the idea -of “firing up” with nourishment in case he might -find some way out of it for all of them.</p> - -<p>All the afternoon they traveled, reaching -higher and higher altitudes. Every now and -again Ramon would consult earnestly with the -red-haired outlaw of unmistakably American -origin, who had, as Jack felt certain, left the -warning notes on two occasions,—once at the -camp in the canyon, and again at Don Alverado’s -fete. But on the latter occasion, unless it was -one of the band that hurled the sombrero at Firewater’s -head, the outlaw’s plans did not seem to -have materialized.</p> - -<p>But if this man was friendly to the boys he -did not give any sign of it. Instead he glared -at them as malevolently as did any of the others.</p> - -<p>“You’re the kind of American that looks best -decorating a tree,” thought Pete, who was now<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> -allowed to sit erect on his pony, although, like the -boys and the professor, his feet were tied underneath.</p> - -<p>On and on they traveled throughout the afternoon, -Ramon urging his followers up to a terrific -pace considering, that is, the nature of the country -they were traversing. Now they would -plunge down into dark and gloomy defiles where -perpetual purple twilight reigned, and again on -mounting some crest they would see, spread out -before them, a panorama of much the same sort -as had so delighted Jack on the cliff summit before -he fell in with the Mexican Rangers.</p> - -<p>“If I don’t miss my guess,” said Pete, when -he found a chance to exchange a word with the -boys, “we are getting into the Trembling Mountain -country. See that big peak over thar? It’s -smokin’ away like old man Jones with his corn -cob evenin’s.”</p> - -<p>This was a fact. The smoking mountains, -smoldering volcanoes that the boys had observed -in the distance on their trip into this wild country,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> -were in fact getting closer. And splendid -sights they were, too. Some of them shot up -into the blue sky to a height of fully seventeen -thousand feet. The walls of the canyons they -began to traverse now were different, too, from -those they had left behind them. Instead of -being composed of dull gray or slate colored -rocks, these great rifts flamed with red and -yellow strata, intermingled with gorgeous bands -of purple and sometimes wavy strata of green. -Evidently the internal fires of the earth had been -busy here in the youth of the globe.</p> - -<p>Occasionally, boiling springs sending up jets of -sulphurous-smelling steam and bordered by brilliant -green plants, were encountered. It was the -most impressive country the boys had ever traveled -through, and had a few fiends, all dressed -in red, with hoofs, horns and tails complete, suddenly -appeared from behind a mass of rocks, -they would hardly have been surprised. The -place seemed a fitting setting for an Inferno.</p> - -<p>By dusk they were on a sort of plateau at the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> -mouth of one of these mountain canyons. Trees -and rocks of normal shapes and hues stood about -in almost park-like fashion. Wild oats and plenty -of bunch grass offered good and abundant feed -for the horses, and from a cliff side of this little -oasis in that land of gloomy horrors bubbled a -crystal spring of cold water.</p> - -<p>No wonder Ramon, with his countrymen’s instinct -for selecting good camp sites, elected to -halt there. As for the boys, even in their predicament, -they could not help admiring the soft intimate -character of the scenery, coming, as it did, -after their experiences in the gloomy abysses -and profundities behind them.</p> - -<p>The prisoners were taken from their horses -and then carefully rebound, although so stiff -were their limbs from their long confinement that -it is doubtful if they could have run just then, -even had they found an opportunity. Supper -was the same rough meal as the midday refection -had been. To add to the unpalatable nature of -the food, the boys had the doubtful pleasure of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> -watching Ramon and his followers dine sumptuously -on the contents of the Border Boys’ packs.</p> - -<p>As night fell sentries were posted about the -camp, and the prisoners could not but admire the -caution which led Ramon, although in a presumably -uninhabited part of the country, to post his -outguards as carefully as if an immediate attack -was to be expected. One by one the outlaws -threw themselves on their blankets and were soon -wrapped in that heavy slumber characteristic of -the hardy dwellers of the open places. Only Ramon -did not sleep. For hours he strode up and -down in front of the fire with his head sunk on -his breast. He seemed lost in thought. Once or -twice he paused and seemed to listen intently. -Was it possible that with his half-wild instinct -he sensed the peril that was even then drawing -in upon him through the night?</p> - -<p>At last, however, even he sank off into slumber, -and then, with the exception of an armed -outlaw posted to guard the captives, the camp was -enveloped in dense silence. The guard hummed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> -softly to himself some old Spanish riding songs -as he sat by the blaze, the firelight playing on his -almost black features.</p> - -<p>There was some tall grass at the back of the -spot in which the boys and their elders had -spread themselves out to snatch uneasy slumbers, -and before long Pete’s quick ear detected a stirring -in it. Suddenly a voice spoke softly:</p> - -<p>“Don’t say a word or appear surprised, I’m -going to help you out, just because I’m a Yankee -myself and I know Ramon means to kill you all -when he gets a chance.”</p> - -<p>Coyote kept a hold on himself, and hardly moving -his lips, rejoined in the same cautious tones:</p> - -<p>“Who are you?”</p> - -<p>“That doesn’t matter,” replied the other, who -was the man we know as Canfield, the former -friend of Ruggles the miner, “it’s enough to say -that I was once decent, back north; but that’s long -ago, and no use crying over it. Look out, I’m -going to cut you loose.”</p> - -<p>As the words were spoken, Coyote felt the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> -unseen Samaritan slash his bonds, but the cow-puncher -prudently did not at once draw his hands -from behind his back. Instead, he darted a furtive -look about. The sentry, crooning by the fire, -seemed to be half asleep. Doubtless he didn’t see -much sense in giving too vigilant a watch to such -helpless prisoners.</p> - -<p>“I tried to keep you out of this, you know,” -came the voice again; “I got one note to you and -got shot for my pains. Then again at Don Alverado’s -fete I despatched another one. It was -Ramon’s intention to shoot Jack Merrill that day, -but the vengeful Mexican, Jose, took the task -out of his hands.”</p> - -<p>“Was Ramon in the crowd?” gasped Coyote in -astonishment.</p> - -<p>“Yes. But he is as skillful in disguise as he is -in most other things. He was disguised as an old -peddler of sweetmeats. But in his basket he had -hidden a carbine, which if he had ever used it, -would have put that young Merrill out of the way -forever.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Great bob cats! he——”</p> - -<p>But a sudden rustling in the grass behind him -apprised Coyote at that juncture that he was -alone. With another quick glance about he set -to work on his leg-thongs. So intent was he -on his work that perhaps he relaxed his vigilance -a trifle, for when he looked up, directed by some -strange instinct to do so, it was to see the form -of Ramon standing over him with a revolver -pointed grimly at the cow-puncher’s head.</p> - -<p>In this terrible emergency Pete’s mind was -made up in a flash. With one quick slash he finished -freeing himself, and then, shooting up like -an uncoiled spring, he rocketed forward just as -Ramon fired. The ball grazed his cheek, but before -Ramon could pull the trigger a second time, -Pete had rushed in between his legs upsetting him -with a crash. So heavily did the Mexican chief -fall that he was stunned for the instant, but the -drowsy guard by the fire suddenly galvanized -into action, and sent a bullet flying after the cow-puncher -as he vanished in the darkness.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span></p> - -<p>The uproar awakened the other captives, who -realized as soon as they saw that Coyote had -gone, what must have occurred. Their hearts -beat fast with apprehension for the brave plainsman, -as Ramon, coming out of his swoon, ordered -the now aroused camp to saddle at once and scatter -in pursuit of the refugee. The outlaw chief -himself took part in the search, leaving only three -men in the camp to guard the captives. As the -sound of the pursuing hoofs grew faint and far -the boys interchanged gloomy looks. If Coyote -had not seized a horse the chances were all -against his making good his escape, however he -had managed it.</p> - -<p>“I fear we are worse off than ever, now,” -moaned the professor, shaking his head gloomily.</p> - -<p>Coyote, meanwhile, who had familiarized himself -with the nature of the country as they rode -through it in the afternoon, made at once for the -tall scrub and brush at the lower end of the valley. -Through this he glided like a snake, and had -put half a mile between himself and the outlaws<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span>’ -camp before he heard the clatter of horses’ hoofs. -He listened a minute and then shook his head -grimly.</p> - -<p>“Bad!” he muttered, “they’re doing just what -I thought they would, spreading out in fan-shaped -formation. The only chance fer me ter -escape that human fine comb is to outflank ’em -and double back.”</p> - -<p>Crouching low he darted along once more, -heading this time, however, in a direction sideways -from his former course. If he could reach -the end of that line of horsemen before they -encroached on his line of progress he might escape -them yet. He found himself hoping that -they were riding in open formation. If that were -the case,—although the starlight was pretty -bright,—he might be able to slip in between two -of the riders.</p> - -<p>On and on he dashed and was just deeming -that success had come to him when he was -brought to an abrupt halt. Before him yawned -blackly a chasm of some sort, and Coyote had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> -seen it only just in time to avoid plunging over -its brink into the unknown depths below. The -thought chilled him. He shuddered apprehensively.</p> - -<p>“One more step and it would have been ‘goodnight, -Coyote,’ fer sure,” he soliloquized.</p> - -<p>Suddenly there came a loud shout behind him. -It was followed by a fusilade of bullets whistling -about his ears and pattering against the -rocks. In his shock at finding how near he had -been to a terrible death, Coyote had thoughtlessly -stood erect. Thus he offered a target that -could be seen for some distance against the stars. -That this had been the case, he could not doubt -as the shouts grew closer.</p> - -<p>For one of the very few times in his life that -such had been the case, the old plainsman was at -a loss. In front was the chasm. Behind, the -Mexicans. But suddenly he saw something that -he thought might serve at a pinch.</p> - -<p>It was a log, decayed and hollow, that lay near -the edge of the gulf into which he had so nearly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> -fallen. The instant he perceived it, Pete dived -into it. Not that he did not feel some repugnance -to such a thing, for it was punky and rotten -and might, for all he knew, have sheltered -snakes. But there was nothing else for it. -Hardly had he crawled inside it, carefully drawing -in his legs, before Ramon and the advance -guard of the pursuers rode up.</p> - -<p>Coyote Pete lay perfectly still. He hardly -dared to breathe, and heartily wished that he -could suspend his heart-action.</p> - -<p>“Caramba! He was here an instant ago!” exclaimed -Ramon, glaring about, “where is the -accursed Gringo now?”</p> - -<p>“Possibly struck by a bullet,” put in Canfield, -the red-headed man, who, having aided Pete to -escape, was now compelled to assume a bloodthirsty -role once more.</p> - -<p>“Not likely. Perhaps he dropped over the -edge of the cliff and has escaped,” put in another -of the outlaw band who had just ridden up.</p> - -<p>“But that would be suicide. The gully is deep<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> -and he would be dashed to pieces in its depths,” -struck in another.</p> - -<p>“Hold on!” shouted Ramon suddenly, “I have -it!”</p> - -<p>“What, you see him?” the query came from a -dozen throats.</p> - -<p>“No, but I can guess where he is.”</p> - -<p>“Where?”</p> - -<p>“Here!” Ramon tapped the log with his foot, -while Coyote Pete fairly perspired in rivers.</p> - -<p>“Let’s make sure,” cried the voice of Canfield. -He was about to dismount when Ramon checked -him.</p> - -<p>“No. I have a better way.”</p> - -<p>A kick on the log emphasized the Mexican’s -statement, and a sharp shock passed through Coyote -at the thought of the awful fate in store for -him. Had he had time at that moment he would -have emerged from the log and risked all. But -before he could move, a dozen hands laid hold -of the timber and began to roll it toward the -cliff edge.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Stop!” shouted Pete.</p> - -<p>“Ha!” exclaimed Ramon, “then I was not mistaken. -Good! Go to your grave, you Yankee -pig, in the coffin you have made for yourself!”</p> - -<p>Faster and faster the log rolled, while cries -of real fear and entreaty broke from Coyote’s -lips. In vain he tried to extricate himself.</p> - -<p>All at once, the log gave a clumsy leap, and, -amid a brutal shout from the Mexicans, it spun -over the edge of the gulch and shot sheer over -into the black void that yawned below.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XX.</h2> - -<p class="pch">WITH THE MEXICAN RANGERS.</p> - -<p>Coyote Pete felt that he was passing through -the most critical moments of his adventurous life. -At the very least, he estimated the drop to the -bottom of the gully must be several hundred feet.</p> - -<p>Obviously it was impossible for him to extricate -himself from the hurtling log, yet to remain -in it was to doom himself to almost certain -destruction. Yet, as the log shot down -like an object dropped from a balloon, he realized -that when it struck the earth he would be battered -into annihilation.</p> - -<p>But even in a situation which would have -caused most men to swoon with terror, Coyote -could think, and think coolly, too.</p> - -<p>Suddenly, though, there came a sudden interruption -to the downward progress of the great -log with its human freight enclosed.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></p> - -<p>Crash!</p> - -<p>Every nerve in Coyote Pete’s frame seemed to -be ripped asunder. Every tooth in his head was -jarred. He lay still, feeling pounded and -stunned, like a boy who has just had a hard fight -with some school tyrant.</p> - -<p>“The log has landed, evidently,” he exclaimed, -“but how? Where? Why aren’t I dead?”</p> - -<p>Suddenly he became aware that the wood encasing -him like a coffin had become easier in its -pressure on him. He moved, and with a tearing, -rending sound the log burst asunder.</p> - -<p>Like a butterfly from its cocoon,—if Coyote -will forgive me for comparing his rugged form -to a butterfly,—the cow-puncher, bruised, -wounded and sore in every limb, peered forth. -Where was he?</p> - -<p>All at once he felt the portion of the log which -remained beneath him gently swaying like a boat -on rippling waves. In a short time, by cautious -feeling about him, he found that the log had, -by some providential miracle, landed on a sort<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> -of island of trees growing, apparently, right -straight out from the cliff face. As he realized -his position the cold sweat burst out in great -drops on his brow and all over his body. If this -was the case his fate was to be worse than if he -had been dashed to pieces and mercifully killed -outright.</p> - -<p>Hung where he was between heaven and earth, -he would have to die miserably of starvation, unless -madness intervened and he leaped crazily to -his own destruction. All at once, as he made -his investigations, his foot slipped, and with a -cry of actual terror the cow-puncher felt himself -beginning to dart downward through space. By -a desperate, despairing effort he clutched the -branches as he fell, and drew himself, with infinite -pains, back upon his precious perch. Once -there he lay trembling and nauseated at the -thought of the narrowness of his escape from a -plunge into the abyss.</p> - -<p>Of all the tight places he had ever been in, -Coyote Pete was surely now in the very worst.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> -He felt the wall behind him when he had somewhat -recovered from his attack of deadly sickness. -It was smooth as glass. No chance of -climbing up. He would have examined his surroundings -at greater length, but he dared not -risk another slip like the one that had so unnerved -him.</p> - -<p>It was many years since Coyote Pete had -prayed, but he did so then, commending his soul -to his Maker, for that he would ever escape from -his frightful predicament he did not dare to hope. -Somewhat calmer after his devotions he lay still, -not daring to move lest the motion of his body -might dislodge some of the rotten wood, and he -could not bear to think of hearing it go dropping -down into that awful gorge beneath, finally losing -all sound in the dread profundities.</p> - -<p>It was unlikely in the extreme that he would -ever be found, for in that unfrequented part of -the mountain fastnesses it was most improbable -that anyone ever passed. It was only the thirst<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> -for gold that had brought Ramon into the rugged -place.</p> - -<p>There came no sound from above, and Coyote -concluded that the outlaws, hearing the crash -of the landing, had concluded that he was dead, -and departed.</p> - -<p>“What a story fer the boys and the professor -to hyar,” groaned the unhappy man, burying his -face in his hands.</p> - -<p>So the dark hours rolled away and daylight -came. But those hours of terror had unnerved -Coyote terribly. With the coming of day he -dreaded more than ever to look beneath him. He -felt that if he ever dared to gaze into the voids -which he felt must lie beneath his fragile perch, -that he must be impelled by a crazy desire to leap -into space.</p> - -<p>So strong did this feeling become that he lay -there, not daring to look about him, until a sudden -sound smote on his ears,—the sharp rattle -of hoofs, coming apparently from the canyon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> -above which his log was perched in such a precarious -condition.</p> - -<p>The sound in arousing Coyote’s hopes of rescue,—though -how they were to rescue him he did -not know,—had likewise temporarily banished his -keener fears. Cautiously he peeped over the edge -of his eyrie and then gave vent to a shout of astonishment -that went echoing and roaring off -among the canyon walls.</p> - -<p>“Mother of all the bob cats!” he howled, “here -I’ve bin lying all night ez scared ez a sick puppy -and not ten feet above the ground!”</p> - -<p>Such, in fact, was the case. The trees in which -the log had so fortunately landed, grew out from -almost the base of the great cliff. Coyote, glancing -up, saw that they were the only ones on its -hundred and fifty feet of height.</p> - -<p>“Coyote, you old idjut, ain’t you never goin’ to -larn?” the cowboy admonished himself. “Why -didn’t you drop suthin’ down ter see how far you -was above the ground, you consarned, double-barreled<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> -old chump? You’d hev saved yourself -some gray hairs ef you hed.”</p> - -<p>Reproaching himself thus, the cow-puncher -dropped lightly from one of the lower branches -of the trees to the ground.</p> - -<p>“Wish I’d done that when I slipped last night,” -he said. “Hold on, though, on second thoughts, -I don’t. I’d have bin dead o’ fright afore I -touched the ground in that case.”</p> - -<p>But now the hoof beats which had attracted -his attention were coming nearer. The floor of -the canyon was so strewn with Titanic rock -masses, though, that it was impossible to see -more than a few yards in either direction.</p> - -<p>“Wonder if that ain’t thet Ramon and his -bunch come ter look at ther remains?” thought -Pete. “Guess I’ll be on the safe side and jes’ -duck a ’hind this yar rock till I make sure.”</p> - -<p>So saying, he slipped between two boulders into -a small natural cave in which he felt he would be -secure from observation, and yet be able to see -what was going forward. He had not long to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> -wait. Suddenly, around the corner of one of -the huge rock piles, there swung a troop of gaily -caparisoned riders; Mexicans, beyond a doubt. -Their serapes streamed out behind them in the -wind like gaudy streamers.</p> - -<p>“Now, what bunch of pesky greasers is this -yar?” Pete was beginning to himself, when suddenly -he broke off in amazement:</p> - -<p>“Jack Merrill’s among ’em, by ginger. He’s a -prisoner! No, he ain’t! He’s talking ter that -chap in front with ther silver-mounted rifle. Bob -cats! I have it now. It’s a troop of rurales, and -they’re on the trail of Ramon!</p> - -<p>“Yip-yip-yee-ee-ee!”</p> - -<p>Giving vent to the long-drawn cow-puncher -yell, Coyote Pete dashed from his place of concealment, -and a more astonished lad than Jack -Merrill I can assure you, you never saw, when he -perceived the old plainsman suddenly bob up out -of a great rock mass in that lonely canyon.</p> - -<p>In his excess of joy Coyote fairly flung his -arms about Jack’s neck.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span></p> - -<p>But scant time could be given to greetings. Explanations -were in order. Exclamations of indignation -and of fury ran like wildfire among the -Rangers, as the old plainsman told his tale. Then -Jack related how he had fared, and how they had -trailed the marauders, being much delayed at -times, though, by faulty tracks where the party -had passed over hard ground.</p> - -<p>“By ginger, I never noticed till now, that we -are in the same canyon we came through with -that outfit of Ramon’s late yesterday!” exclaimed -Pete. “Gloomy place, ain’t it? And it seemed -pretty glum to me last night, I can tell you.”</p> - -<p>He gazed at the cliff and shuddered a little. He -could not help it.</p> - -<p>“Say, Jack, hez my hair turned white?” he -asked suddenly.</p> - -<p>“No,” laughed the boy, “why?”</p> - -<p>“Arter what I went through, I hearn tell of -such things. Me for a nice snug place in a stampede, -or the front rank in a shooting scrape arter -this. I’ve no more use for exciting sports.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Senors,” interrupted the leader of the Rangers -presently, “we had better be proceeding. -Ramon may have broken camp and gone on by -this time, and again he may have——”</p> - -<p>“May have what?” asked Jack, for the capitano -paused and seemed unwilling to proceed.</p> - -<p>“I do not wish to alarm you unduly, senor,” -said the young officer, “but I know the character -of that notorious outlaw well. It is possible that -if we do not hurry we may arrive too late to -save your friends from a terrible fate.”</p> - -<p>The thought was maddening to Jack.</p> - -<p>“Oh, that we have been fooling away time -here!” he exclaimed impatiently; “Pete, you can -mount behind me. There. Are you all right? -Yes? Then forward!”</p> - -<p>“Forward!” shouted the officer, and the bugle -rang shrilly out.</p> - -<p>Amidst a cloud of dust the Mexican Rangers -swept on down the canyon, intent on their errand -of vengeance.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XXI.</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE CAPTAIN PLAYS A TRICK.</p> - -<p>All at once, as they reached a part of the -canyon where it narrowed into a mere defile, -something came rattling down the side of the -steep wall to the right. It was a dislodged pebble, -but it caused the advancing corps to look -up swiftly.</p> - -<p>Above them, outlined against the sky, were -several figures,—those undoubtedly of the men -of whom they were in search. As they were still -looking upward, the men on the cliff summit began -to pump down lead, the bullets singing and -droning and pattering about them like a leaden -hail storm.</p> - -<p>“Hot work,” grunted Pete, noting with enthusiasm -the absolute collectedness of the leader of -the Rangers. He gave a sharp command and -his men swung into single file and pulled their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> -ponies over till they were riding so close to the -rock wall of the canyon that it was necessary for -the riders to throw one leg up on the saddle. This -made it impossible for the marksmen on the summit -to pick them off, for the cliff hung outward -a little.</p> - -<p>“As I thought, the rascals were prepared for -us,” said the young officer, “how far is it now, -Senor Coyote, to the camp?”</p> - -<p>“Ten minutes should bring us thar,—ah!”</p> - -<p>A big rock hurled from above struck the -ground in front of and a little to one side of the -advancing cavalcade. It split to pieces from the -force of its impact.</p> - -<p>“If that had hit anyone his troubles would hev -bin over,” snorted Pete without turning a hair.</p> - -<p>Jack paled a little, though. In a few seconds -they would reach a part of the canyon where -they could no longer crowd in under the slightly -overhanging cliff. At this point they would be -exposed to the full fury of any rifle fire or stone<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> -volley which the brigands above might pour down -on them.</p> - -<p>But the officer of the Rangers had, it seemed, -anticipated this. He ordered one of his men to -dismount and remove his regimentals. This -done, the empty garments were filled with brush -and leaves, and the sombrero was tied securely -to the upper part of the dummy, which, at a distance, -and particularly from above, would resemble -pretty closely a real man.</p> - -<p>The dummy was then mounted on a pony, a -lame animal and not good for much. After its -“rider” had been securely fastened in place, the -pony was given a couple of whacks with the -Rangers’ long quirts, and frenzied with excitement -it plunged forward.</p> - -<p>These operations had all been carried on in -the shadow of the overhanging cliff, and those -above had no knowledge of the trick that was -to be played on them till they saw the apparently -daring rider suddenly dash from the shelter. Instantly -a volley of rifle shots was poured down<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> -upon the dummy, and a veritable avalanche of -mighty rocks and boulders were hurled downward. -The luckless pony galloped bravely down -through this inferno of bullets and missiles, only -to have its life exterminated by a quick-killing -bullet after about five minutes of flight.</p> - -<p>“Now, senors!”</p> - -<p>The young officer, his eyes aflame, dashed forward, -followed by his Rangers and our adventurers. -The Ranger, whose pony had been sacrificed, -was carried on the back of another trooper’s -saddle. In a minute they were in the open -and a howl of fury from above testified how -thoroughly the outlaws had been tricked. Their -fire had been drawn and they had exhausted the -available supply of large rocks on the dummy!</p> - -<p>As the column dashed across the unprotected -space, a scattering fire whistled about them, but -no more injury than a few punctured saddles -and a damaged hat or two was done. The next -instant the cavalcade swept out of the canyon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> -and into the small plateau where the camp of the -night before had been made.</p> - -<p>A delighted shout burst from Jack’s lips, and -was echoed instantly by Coyote Pete as they perceived, -still tied and bound, their companions in -adventure. A feeble cry answered them, and an -instant later the reunited party was furiously -shaking hands, slapping backs and jumping about -in a thousand ecstatic antics, while the Rangers -looked on, shrugging their shoulders at the mad -Gringoes, and rolling cigarettes.</p> - -<p>“Shall we pursue the outlaws?” asked Jack, -after the first transports were over and comparative -quiet had settled down.</p> - -<p>The officer shook his head.</p> - -<p>“It would be useless now. We have scattered -them and let us hope that we have heard the -last of them. It will be my duty, however, to keep -a constant lookout for them.”</p> - -<p>To the boys’ delight, their stolen stock was all -there, too. Firewater whinnied delightedly as -he saw his young master, and even the burros<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> -seemed to take part in the general rejoicing. -While the brigands had made some inroads on -the boys’ provisions, there still remained enough -food to last them, with care, on the remainder of -their dash for the Trembling Mountain.</p> - -<p>After the tension of the last few hours it was -delightful to feel a sense of security once more. -Their enemies were scattered and it was unlikely -that the band would attempt any more high-handed -methods. Should they do so, however, -it would be too late, for before they set forward -on the last stage of their journey the adventurers -arranged with the captain to meet him and his -Rangers at a spot near the Trembling Mountain -in three days’ time.</p> - -<p>The young officer willingly agreed, but expressed -some curiosity as to the nature of their -quest. He was informed that the object of the -expedition was a scientific one, to investigate the -reports of the relics of a forgotten race that lay -within the bowels of the mountain.</p> - -<p>Jack parted with the Rangers with regret. He<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> -had come to admire them for their dash, courage -and resource. They were ideal troops for the -rough country they patrolled and kept in order by -rough and ready methods. The young officer, -too, felt much regard for Senor Jack, as he called -him.</p> - -<p>So a few hours after the reunion in the outlaws’ -abandoned camp, the two parties set out -in different directions. The Rangers followed -the course they assumed that Ramon had taken -in his flight, while our adventurers struck out -for the smoking peaks which were now much -nearer than when they had had their first sight -of them. They traveled the rest of that day at -a good speed, and sunset found them camped in -a pleasant little valley where the broad-fronded -banana tree grew, whose fruit afforded a welcome -addition to their menu.</p> - -<p>The next day, at noon, the professor, after -making an observation, announced that they were -then within a few hours’ travel of the Trembling -Mountain. This announcement was, in fact,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span> -hardly necessary, for all day a mighty peak, from -whose snow-covered summit there issued a lazy -roll of smoke, had overshadowed their way. -Everybody guessed that the frowning acclivity -was the mountain for which they had come so -far in quest.</p> - -<p>Late afternoon brought them to its base, and -with his measuring instruments the professor, -an hour after camp had been pitched, located the -entrance which no other American, assuredly, -had ever passed. Their pulses beat swift and -hard, as the lads and Coyote followed the old man -over the rock-strewn slopes to the spot.</p> - -<p>Amid a grove of dark, sombre trees,—somehow -suggesting a sacrificial grove,—lay the entrance -to the Trembling Mountain. All felt a -sense of mystical awe as they stood in the solemn -shadows. It was as if they had come under the -spell of some tremendous brooding presence. -Quite unconsciously they spoke in whispers.</p> - -<p>It was the same feeling that overcomes one in -the aisle of some mighty cathedral. As if to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span> -accentuate the similarity of impression, the wind -sighing softly in the dark, dome-shaped trees, -sounded like a solemn chant, now high and tremulous, -now low in a rumbling diapason that -thrilled.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XXII.</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE DWELLING OF A VANISHED RACE.</p> - -<p>“Gee, it’s kind of lonesome, ain’t it?” said Pete, -expressing exactly what they all felt.</p> - -<p>Although they now stood in the presence of -the long-sought goal, somehow each one of the -party felt uncomfortably impressed. A nameless -fear hung about the place. It was with difficulty -that they shook off the feeling and examined -the surroundings further.</p> - -<p>The entrance to the cave itself must have escaped -observation had one not known it was there. -It was square, with a mighty cross-bar of unhewn -stone supporting its summit. In this cross-bar -were cut some rude hieroglyphics, but even -the professor, savant though he was, could not -hazard a guess at their meaning.</p> - -<p>The professor, alone, seemed unimpressed by -the gloomy majesty and mystery of the place. His<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> -eyes burned with a scientific fire and he rubbed -his hands briskly together.</p> - -<p>“At last!” he breathed, as if in an ecstasy, -“who knows what unknown treasures we may -reveal to the world, beyond that portal!”</p> - -<p>“Shall we go inside?” asked Jack presently.</p> - -<p>“We might as well now as at any other time,” -said the professor, “Ralph, will you and Walter -go back to the camp and get the torches?”</p> - -<p>The lads at once hastened off on their errand. -Truth to tell, they were each rather glad to get, -for a short time only, out of the spell of that somber -spot.</p> - -<p>The torches referred to were of the kerosene -variety, but specially made to burn for twenty-four -hours continuously. They had been made -to the professor’s order for the expedition.</p> - -<p>The boys returned shortly with the illuminants. -Ralph also brought a supply of matches and a canteen -of water, and both boys had stuffed their -pockets full of what food they could hastily get -together. The professor praised their foresight<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> -and then, from his own pocket, produced a huge -spool of coarse, strong thread.</p> - -<p>“I took the hint from the classics,” he said, -“you all recollect the tale of the labyrinth? Well, -we will make this thread fast at the entrance, and -as we go along we will unwind it. In that way -if we get lost we can find our way back by feeling -along the thread.”</p> - -<p>“That’s a splendid idea,” cried Jack, “I tell -you I shouldn’t much fancy the idea of going in -there, unless I was pretty sure how I was going -to get out again.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t blame you,” said the professor, “and -now are we all ready?”</p> - -<p>“All right!” came in a chorus, and led by the -man of science, the adventurers crossed the mystic -threshold. A thrill shot through even Coyote -Pete, the least impressible of the party, as they -did so. How long had it been since the race -of ancient dwellers of the Chinipal had swarmed -those subterranean corridors, now as silent as -midnight?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span></p> - -<p>The torches soon became necessary for the -passage sloped abruptly downward from the portal. -The smoky light showed them that they -were in a sort of corridor, seemingly hewn out -of the rock. It was about ten feet in width and -some eight or nine in height. The floor was worn -almost concave by the constant tread of the feet -that had passed and repassed in the bygone ages.</p> - -<p>For some distance the sloping passage ran on, -and then they suddenly found themselves in a -vaulted chamber where their footsteps rang echoingly. -Great stalactites hung from the roof glittering -whitely as the torch light fell upon them.</p> - -<p>“This is magnificent!” breathed the professor, -“a wonderland of science.” His voice, raised a -little in his enthusiasm, went booming and reverberating -hollowly through the place. From the -remotest corners there came rumbling back echo-like -the last words of his exclamation.</p> - -<p>“I guess we had better not talk so loud,” said -Ralph, shivering a bit at this uncanny manifestation.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></p> - -<p>“No, somebody might hear you,” scoffed Walt, -who was putting on an air of great assurance. -Suddenly he emitted a yell and jumped about four -feet. Something had crept up behind him in -the darkness and laid a cold hand on the back -of his neck. It was Coyote Pete who had noted -the boy’s arrogance and wanted to give him a -lesson. After that Walt was as quiet as a lamb.</p> - -<p>Pressing forward, their torches showed them -the entrance to another dark passage on the other -side of the vaulted chamber.</p> - -<p>“Shall we keep on?” asked the professor of -his young charges.</p> - -<p>“By all means, so far as I am concerned,” was -Jack’s reply. “I don’t know about Walt, though,” -he added a trifle maliciously.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I’m all right. Don’t worry about me,” -the ranch lad assured him.</p> - -<p>“Then forward it is,” announced the professor, -plunging once more into the narrow confines -of a subterranean corridor.</p> - -<p>But suddenly an alarming thing happened. A<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> -great rush of wind beat against their faces accompanied -by a roaring, rushing sound, somewhat -like the voice of the cloudburst on the never-to-be-forgotten -night when they had lost their -equipment.</p> - -<p>In a flash their torches were extinguished and -they were plunged into total darkness, something -soft and clammy brushed by Jack’s head -and then a perfect avalanche of the same unpleasant -things was upon them. They were -knocked down like ten pins by the charge, and -badly scared, too, as you may imagine.</p> - -<p>Presently the noise and the turmoil ceased, and -the passage was quiet once more with the roar -of the mysterious creatures dying away in the -distance.</p> - -<p>“Let’s get out of this!” cried Walt tremblingly.</p> - -<p>“Nonsense,” said the professor. “We might -have expected some such thing. Those were bats. -Thousands of them, I guess, who have made their -home here undisturbed for centuries.”</p> - -<p>“Wonder if they are of the kind that suck your<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> -blood?” shuddered Ralph, with the horror of the -contact of the clammy bodies still upon him.</p> - -<p>“Vampires, you mean?” asked the professor. -“No, at least I don’t think so. We are too far -north for that. The vampire is found in South -America, in Brazil and so on. But let us light up -the torches again.”</p> - -<p>Ralph produced the matches and a cheerful -red glow soon radiated upon the stone walls and -roof. A sickly, musty smell, the trace of the -bats, was still in the air, however, as a reminder -of their passing.</p> - -<p>The passage soon ended, and the professor’s -feet encountered a steep flight of steps cut in -the stone, or so it seemed.</p> - -<p>“Be careful, boys,” he warned, “a slip here -might prove fatal.”</p> - -<p>Very cautiously, therefore, they descended into -what at first appeared to be a bottomless pit. Suddenly -their torches glittered on something that -shone like molten metal beneath them.</p> - -<p>“Water!” cried the professor.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span></p> - -<p>“A lake,” added Jack, raising his torch so that -the light illumined what appeared to be a considerable -body of water.</p> - -<p>“Water, sure enough,” echoed Pete, “maybe it’s -another subterranean river like that one at the -Haunted Mesa.”</p> - -<p>“This is no river,” said the professor. “See, -its surface is as smooth as glass.”</p> - -<p>By this time they had descended to the rocky -shelf which ran all around the edge of the subterranean -lake, while above their torch-light fell -redly on a domed roof of dark stone.</p> - -<p>“Look! Look!” cried Walter suddenly, “Fish!”</p> - -<p>Sure enough, they could now see shoals of -white-tinted fish swimming near the surface.</p> - -<p>“Can it be that the light attracts them?” wondered -Jack.</p> - -<p>“Not likely,” said the professor, “I guess they -are blind. It is not unusual to find fish in these -subterranean lakes. Specimens have been found -in our own country and in many places in Europe -which boast similar bodies of water.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span></p> - -<p>Walt had been leaning over the edge of the -lake intent, apparently, on trying to catch one -of the blind fish. Suddenly he gave a sharp outcry, -which was immediately followed by a splash.</p> - -<p>“He is overboard!” cried Pete, rushing to the -spot and throwing himself on his stomach so as -to catch Walt when he rose to the surface. But -at that instant a startling thing happened.</p> - -<p>Simultaneously almost with the splash of the -unlucky ranch boy, there came a sound as of -some great body rushing through the water from -some remote corner of the cave to which their -light did not penetrate. The next instant a cry -of real horror broke from all their throats as a -terrible misshapen head with blind eyes reared -itself above the water and darted at Walt as he -rose to the surface.</p> - -<p>It was apparently a might eel, a creature of -undreamed of dimensions. Its slimy, whitish-colored -body was thick as a barrel and its lothsome -head and sightless slits of eyes gave it a -hideously repulsive appearance.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Pete! Pete! Save me!” shrieked Walt.</p> - -<p>But in another instant it would have been too -late had it not been for the old plainsman’s coolness. -Stretching out one hand to Walt as he -struggled in the water, the cow-puncher’s other -hand slid to his waist. The next instant a shot -rang out sharply, and they saw the monster’s -head sink, a stream of red blood crimsoning the -water where their torches gleamed upon it.</p> - -<p>Trembling in every limb at this narrow escape, -Walt was dragged out. The professor had had -the foresight to carry with him some stimulating -medicine, and a portion of this he poured down -the half-fainting lad’s throat. Under its influence -the naturally strong lad soon revived, but -there was still a scared look in his eyes.</p> - -<p>“What could that monster have been?” asked -Jack with a shudder in his tones.</p> - -<p>“Undoubtedly a creature of the eel or giant -conger tribe,” rejoined the scientist, “I have read -that some of the ancient races used to keep such -creatures, and in some cases worshipped them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> -even to the horror of nourishing them on human -lives.”</p> - -<p>“Ugh!” exclaimed Jack, “I’m glad that Coyote’s -shot killed the beast. But it could hardly have -been one of the original ones.”</p> - -<p>“Hardly,” said the professor, with a smile, “but -there is no reason why such creatures should not -multiply, and, as we know, there are plenty of -fish in the lake for them to feed upon.”</p> - -<p>“Then there may be others in the water?” -asked Ralph.</p> - -<p>“I see no reason why not. In fact, I—but, -good gracious, what is that?”</p> - -<p>The water became suddenly violently agitated -as the body of the dead eel, fully forty feet in -length, arose lazily to the surface. The reason -was an onrush of its brethren gathering to a -cannibal feast. It was a fearsome sight to see -their jaws clamping and tearing, while their long -white tentacles waved.</p> - -<p>“Let’s get away from here,” said the professor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> -presently. “See there is another passage. Let -us find out what that leads to.”</p> - -<p>As he spoke there came a startling interruption.</p> - -<p>A rumbling sound, somewhat as if a heavy -train were passing overhead, filled the cavern. -It shook violently and the waters of the lake -became wildly agitated. The monsters at once -left their feast and sank into the lake, leaving -the mangled body of their dead mate floating on -the surface.</p> - -<p>The rumbling grew louder and the cavern -shook till the lake was lashed into little wavelets.</p> - -<p>“It is the voice of the Trembling Mountain,” -said the professor solemnly; “somewhere the -mighty forces of nature’s forges are at work.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XXIII.</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE HEART OF THE MYSTERY.</p> - -<p>“Sounds more to me as if Mrs. Nature had a -tummy ache,” said the unromantic Coyote Pete.</p> - -<p>But nobody laughed at this remark. The -sounds were too awe-inspiring. Suddenly they -ceased as abruptly as they had begun, the rumblings -dying out like a sharp clap of thunder.</p> - -<p>“Is there any danger?” inquired Jack.</p> - -<p>“I don’t think so,” rejoined the professor, “this -must have been going on for centuries, and, as -we know, the force of a volcano wanes instead of -waxing stronger as the centuries pass by.”</p> - -<p>“Hope so, I’m sure,” put in Walt, “I can tell -you, I’ve had quite enough excitement for one -day.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I guess that is the case with all of us,” -was the rejoinder, “but amid all these natural -wonders and alarms we must not forget that we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span> -came here on a definite mission,—namely to carry -back with us what we can of the reputed treasure.”</p> - -<p>“That’s right,” agreed Coyote, “and so far as -I’m concerned, I’m for pushing on.”</p> - -<p>That seemed to be in accordance with the -wishes of the entire little company, so, forward it -was.</p> - -<p>They plunged into the passage that the professor -had indicated and traversed it for some -distance before they struck anything out of the -ordinary.</p> - -<p>It was perhaps half an hour before they began -to notice that the tunnel was beginning to be irradiated -by a light far stronger than that thrown -by their torches, a bright piercing glare that -seemed to burn like white fire. It grew very -much warmer, too, and the perspiration streamed -down all their faces.</p> - -<p>“We are approaching the subterranean fires,” -said the professor, “in all probability some titanic -flame of natural gas. By the roaring sound I -hear, I believe that to be a correct statement of -the facts.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/ill-256.jpg" width="400" height="593" - alt="" - title="" /> - <p class="pc400">In the midst of a rock chamber, there arose a great flame of an -almost white hue.</p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Sounds like a blast furnace in full swing,” -said Ralph.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the passage widened and a dazzling -scene broke upon their gaze. In the midst of a -rock chamber even larger, as well as they could -judge, than the cave of the lake, there arose a -great flame of an almost white hue. It was blue -at the base like an ordinary gas flame and roared -straight up with terrific force as if fed by great -reservoirs of natural gas.</p> - -<p>“In all probability it was ignited at the time -that the volcano was active and has burned ever -since,” opined the professor. “Young men, if -we found nothing else within this cavern we have -already experienced more than falls to the lot -of even exceptional men in their lifetime. Such -sights as these we shall never forget.”</p> - -<p>“It’s a Flower of Flame!” exclaimed Jack -poetically.</p> - -<p>“If you could corner that light and sell it,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> -there’d be a pile of money in it,” said the practical -Ralph.</p> - -<p>“Well, as time is precious, let us be pressing -on,” said the professor, “for, speaking of money, -we must recollect that we have, as yet, found no -trace of the treasure.”</p> - -<p>After converging upon the chamber of the -Flower of Flame, the passage once more plunged -into the innermost regions of the mountain. For -a space it twisted and turned, and then, without -the slightest warning, the adventurers experienced -a sharp shock. They faced a blank wall.</p> - -<p>“Well, here’s the finish,” announced Walt, -holding up his torch.</p> - -<p>“Looks like it,” agreed Jack, “yet it seems odd -that those old tribes would have gone to all the -trouble to drill that passage if it ends right -here.”</p> - -<p>“Just what I think, my boy,” said the professor, -“and by the same token, look here!”</p> - -<p>He indicated a big ring of some yellowish<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> -metal that hung directly in the center of the -seeming blank wall.</p> - -<p>“I’ll experiment,” he said, giving it a twist.</p> - -<p>But nothing occurred.</p> - -<p>Then he tried tugging it. Again no result -followed.</p> - -<p>“Look,” cried Ralph suddenly, “there’s a metal -plate under your feet, professor. Perhaps if you -stand on that and then tug you will have some -results.”</p> - -<p>“That sounds reasonable,” said Professor Wintergreen, -doing as the boy had indicated.</p> - -<p>This time, amid a cheer from the boys, something -did happen. The door slowly swung on invisible -hinges and beyond it their torch-lights -fell on a scene of almost overwhelming grandeur.</p> - -<p>It was a chamber, seemingly of gleaming white -marble. Around the walls, at regular intervals, -were ranged the figures of what appeared to be -idols, but which they presently discovered were -perfectly embalmed bodies of past rulers of the -mountain dwellers. At one end of the chamber<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> -on a raised dais was a hideous figure which they -readily guessed to be the deity of the forgotten -race.</p> - -<p>The face of this image was spread into a monstrous -expression of malignant cruelty. But it -was the eyes that startled them. They blazed in -the torch-lights like two balls of fire.</p> - -<p>“They are rubies!” cried the professor, rushing -forward. As he did so, his eye fell upon -a heap of golden ornaments and jeweled vessels -at the foot of the huge statue. Evidently they -had been left there as offerings on the day of -the mysterious occurrence that had wiped out -the tribe.</p> - -<p>But as the man of science made his dart toward -the pile, a strange thing happened. The -gaping mouth of the statue opened wide, and -from it there poured a puff of gas so baleful in -odor that the boys reeled back. But the professor, -upon whom the full force of the blast had -concentrated itself, gave a few staggering footsteps<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> -and then plunged to the marble floor in a -senseless condition.</p> - -<p>“So that is the way those old fellows protected -their treasure,” snorted Pete. “Wall, it was a -good one, too, and no mistake. Come on, boys, -and drag the professor out of that.”</p> - -<p>“Isn’t there danger of our being poisoned by -that gas, too?” asked Walt, still shaken by his -previous experience in danger.</p> - -<p>“Even if there was, it ’ud be our duty ter get -the professor out of that,” said Pete severely, -“but I noticed that the professor stepped on a -particular stone as he reached for them treasures. -I guess it is only that stone, behind which the stuff -is piled, that works the gas consarn.”</p> - -<p>And so it proved. By carefully avoiding the -stone which was of a dark blood-color, they -dragged the professor to a place of safety, and -with water from the canteen and some of his -own stimulant, they soon had him on his feet -again.</p> - -<p>“I should have been upon the lookout,” he said,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> -“I ought to have known that the priests of the -tribe would have taken some precautions to protect -the offerings from marauders.”</p> - -<p>“But the gas only works when you step on that -particular stone,” objected Jack.</p> - -<p>“I suppose with the ignorant folk with whom -they had to deal, one lesson of that sort was -quite sufficient. That is the logical stone to step -upon, and having once tested it, nobody was likely -to try again,” rejoined the professor.</p> - -<p>“And now to gather up the treasure, or what -we can of it,” said Jack.</p> - -<p>Pete produced a big roll of sacking which, on -being distributed, proved to consist of burlap -bags, one for each member of the party.</p> - -<p class="pp7q p1">“Here we are, on Tom Tiddler’s ground,<br /> -Picking up gold and silver!”</p> - -<p class="p1">So sang the boys, as sacks in hand they rushed -forward.</p> - -<p>“This girdle for me!” cried Jack, holding up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> -a belt of golden coins with great, rough rubies -encrusting it.</p> - -<p>“This goblet takes my eye,” quoth Ralph, stowing -a golden vessel, likewise jewel-encrusted, -into his receptacle.</p> - -<p>Besides the wrought gold there were ingots of -gold in the rough, silver articles of all sorts, and -all gem-studded. The heap blazed and flashed -with a hundred fires as the torches gleamed upon -it. They all worked like beavers and before long -the sacks were full with a burden that was quite -heavy enough for any of the party to wish to -carry.</p> - -<p>“Well, this will be all for this trip,” decided the -professor when their task was completed, “and -now for the open air.”</p> - -<p>With the scientist leading the way, his long -legs fairly sagging under his burden, they began -to retrace their footsteps, fingering the thread as -they went.</p> - -<p>“What should you estimate the value of this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span> -haul at?” Ralph asked, as they once more passed -the portal.</p> - -<p>“At a rough guess at least $500,000, apart -from the value of the collection as antiquities,” -said the professor. “It is without doubt the most -valuable archeological collection ever stumbled -upon.”</p> - -<p>Past the Flower of Flame and past the lake of -the blind, monstrous eels they retraced their steps, -their hearts beating triumphantly at the magnificent -conclusion of their long and adventurous -quest.</p> - -<p>But as they reached the Cave of the Stalactites -the subterranean chambers were filled with a -sudden terrifying sound. It seemed to drive -the ear drums in with its fierce impact. The adventurers -felt themselves lifted from their feet -and then violently hurled to the ground again. A -rush of nauseous smelling gas enveloped them, -splitting their heads with its pungent fumes.</p> - -<p>The earth shook and trembled and a reverberating<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> -roar as of the explosion of a powder magazine -filled the whole atmosphere.</p> - -<p>Some terrific catastrophe had occurred within -the confines of the caves in the heart of the Trembling -Mountain. Following the explosion there -came a sound like that of a landslide.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XXIV.</h2> - -<p class="pch">THE DEATH TRAP.</p> - -<p>“What can have happened?”</p> - -<p>It was Jack who spoke some ten minutes later.</p> - -<p>“In my opinion some cataclysm has occurred,” -said the professor.</p> - -<p>“Meaning by that, that there’s bin a most almighty -bust-up?” inquired Pete.</p> - -<p>“In colloquial language that was the idea I -intended to convey,” said the professor, with -dignity.</p> - -<p>“Well, what do you think this catty—what-you-may-call-’em -has done?” asked Jack.</p> - -<p>“Sealed forever the treasure caves,” said the -professor promptly. “That explosion we heard -was either the ignition of gas from the mouth -of the idol or it marked the birth of a new Flower -of Flame. In any event the roar and tremble -which followed was pretty good evidence that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> -there had been subsidence of the rock in that -neighborhood, which, of course, means that the -passageways must have caved in.</p> - -<p>“Well, we got our share out of it,” said Ralph -philosophically.</p> - -<p>“Yet it is a great pity that such a thing has occurred,” -said the professor sorrowfully, “I had -been in hopes of making this cave the Mecca of -scientists the world over. This explosion has -blasted my dreams of such a thing.”</p> - -<p>“Wall, don’t feel too bad about it, professor,” -comforted Pete, “we got enough stuff to start a -show of our own with, anyhow.”</p> - -<p>As there was nothing to be gained by remaining -in the cave, they decided to get out to the -open air as soon as possible. As they went Jack -spoke up suddenly:</p> - -<p>“Has it occurred to you fellows that we are -carrying a bait that might tempt less dangerous -fellows than that band of Ramon’s to plunder -us?”</p> - -<p>“That’s right,” agreed Pete, “but I guess we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> -won’t be bothered. Nobody but Ramon had wind -of our mission, and I don’t imagine that after the -lesson the Rangers gave him that he’ll come back -in a hurry.”</p> - -<p>“I’m not so sure about that,” said Jack, “from -what I know of him he’s not the sort of man to -let go of a good thing if he can help it, and he’d -certainly have a good thing in us, providing he -could get the treasure away from us.”</p> - -<p>“Always provided,” said Ralph, “but I’ll bet -we’d give him a sharp tussle for it.”</p> - -<p>“Let us hope nothing of the kind occurs,” said -the professor, “we have had difficulties enough -on our mission, and now that it is over let us hope -we can bring it to a peaceful conclusion.”</p> - -<p>“Amen to that,” agreed Pete, “but in time of -peace prepare for war, you know. Have you -any plans for the return home?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said the man of science, “the city of -Hermosillo on the Mexican West Coast Railroad -is not many miles from where we now are. My<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> -idea is to make for that and take the train back -home.”</p> - -<p>“Hooray for the good old U. S. A.!” shouted -the Border Boys in chorus.</p> - -<p>Conversing cheerily in this manner they -reached the mouth of the passage and were about -to step out into the starlight, when Pete, who -was in advance, held up his hand in a signal that -they all had no difficulty in interpreting.</p> - -<p>“Stop!”</p> - -<p>The keen eyes of the cow-puncher had detected -several dark forms skulking in the shadows of -the grove about the portal of the cave. From -their manner of pacing about, Pete immediately -guessed that they were sentries posted there by -somebody, whom he concluded could be no other -than Ramon.</p> - -<p>Retreating down the passage, Pete told the others -of his suspicions and a council of war at once -followed.</p> - -<p>“We’re hemmed in beyond a doubt,” said Jack -finally.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span></p> - -<p>“And the question is, how to get out,” put in -the professor, as solemnly as if some question had -been raised about the matter.</p> - -<p>“Wall, if we don’t git out afore long, we’re -gone coons,” was Pete’s gloomy contribution.</p> - -<p>Suddenly Jack spoke up.</p> - -<p>“Do you think the sentries saw or heard us, -Pete?”</p> - -<p>“No, I don’t. If they had, we’d uv heard of it -by now. My idea of the situation is this: Ramon -outwitted the Rangers and back tracked on us. -Arriving at our camp and finding it deserted, he -guessed we’d gone arter the treasure. The rascal -thinks to himself that we will make fine cat’s-paws -to draw his chestnuts out of the fire, and so, -knowing he has us bottled up, he sets those sentries -on duty arter he’s tracked us up the mountain side.”</p> - -<p>“I guess that’s about it,” rejoined the boy; “the -question is, what are we to do?”</p> - -<p>“Wait till I go and look the land over a bit,” -said Coyote. “In the meantime, put out those<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> -torches. If one of those greasers should come -snooping into the passage, he might see the glow -and nose us out.”</p> - -<p>So they waited in total darkness while Coyote -departed on his scouting errand. It was a long -time before he came back. When he did he was -chuckling to himself.</p> - -<p>“They’re the worst scared bunch you ever -saw,” he said, “I laid behind a rock and listened -to ther talk. They think that at any moment some -spirits or ghosts is likely to pop out of this hole. -They likewise opine that we shall never be seen -again because the bogies in the mountain have -gobbled us up.”</p> - -<p>“But what good does that do us?” asked Jack.</p> - -<p>“I dunno,” admitted Pete, “except that it -sounded funny to hyar a bunch of grown men so -scared of spooks.”</p> - -<p>“Light up a torch, Ralph,” said Jack the next -minute, “it makes me feel creepy to sit here in -the dark.”</p> - -<p>Ralph reached into his pocket for the bundle of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> -sulphur matches. As he drew his hand out, his -fingers, moistened with perspiration, gleamed -greenly with the phosphorus which had adhered -to them.</p> - -<p>“Gee, look at that stuff blaze!” he exclaimed, -“you’d think I was on fire!”</p> - -<p>But Jack was on his feet doing a sudden ecstatic -war dance.</p> - -<p>“Hooray! Hooray! I’ve got it!” he cried.</p> - -<p>“The extinguisher?” inquired Walt anxiously.</p> - -<p>“No, a plan. A great plan! Those greasers -outside are all half frightened out of their lives -already. We’ll finish the job!”</p> - -<p>“How?” the question came in chorus.</p> - -<p>“We’ll smear our faces with that phosphorus -from the matches, and then rush out looking like -a lot of green ghosts. If that won’t stampede -them, we’ll have to fight. We can’t stay mewed -up in here.”</p> - -<p>“By hookey, boy, you’ve got it all right!” cried -Pete in a voice vibrant with excitement. “We’ll -try it. As you say, we can’t stop hyar and starve,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> -and that’s what it amounts to if we don’t git -out.”</p> - -<p>“So it’s scare them or fight them,” said Ralph.</p> - -<p>“That is, with the odds in favor of the former,” -laughed Jack.</p> - -<p>Each of the party wet his face with water -from the canteen, and then rubbed the matches -over his features till they glared greenly in the -darkness with a truly terrifying expression. Then -they gave their hands similar treatment.</p> - -<p>“Gee, I’ll bet I’d be scared of myself if I could -see myself,” laughed Ralph, “you fellows look -hideous enough to frighten a pack of brass monkeys.”</p> - -<p>“Now to see if it will work on those other -monkeys outside,” said Jack.</p> - -<p>In single file, Pete first, Jack second, and the -others coming behind, they softly approached the -end of the passage. In the starlight they could -see the dark forms of the sentries huddled pretty -close together, for companionship doubtless.</p> - -<p>“Now!” whispered Pete suddenly, “and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> -more hoorendously you yell, the better it will -be!”</p> - -<p>With a series of the most unearthly screeches, -the Border Boys and their companions dashed -from the cave mouth. Truly they must have -been a terrifying spectacle with their glaring -green faces and hands, emerging as they did -from a cave which the superstitious Mexicans -firmly believed to be haunted.</p> - -<p>As the first shrill cries rang out, the sentries -gave an answering series of yells. Only their -cries, instead of being menacing and uncanny like -our adventurers’, were shrill screams of terror.</p> - -<p>“Caramba! The ghosts of the caves!” they -shrieked.</p> - -<p>“Santa Maria! They are after us!”</p> - -<p>“Run for your lives, hombres!”</p> - -<p>Without stopping to collect their rifles, which -they had carelessly piled against the trees, the -Mexicans dashed off at top speed, stumbling and -then struggling to their feet again and dashing -on in their wild panic.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span></p> - -<p>The adventurers at once possessed themselves -of the rifles and then came to a halt. But Pete -addressed them:</p> - -<p>“We must foller up our advantage. We have -’em on the run. Foller ’em while we’ve got ’em -going!” he cried.</p> - -<p>Once more off dashed the green ghosts, hotly -pursuing the fleeing Mexicans, whose yells resounded -everywhere. In the camp was Ramon -himself. He was suddenly aroused as his terrified -band came stumbling in, imploring aid from -all the saints in the calendar.</p> - -<p>“What is this, you dogs!” he bawled, “what -does this mean?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, the ghosts! The ghosts with the green -faces that burn, and the fiery hands!” screamed -the panic-stricken Mexicans.</p> - -<p>The shrewd outlaw at once guessed what had -occurred. But even his iron nerve was shaken -as he saw the green-faced spectres sweeping -down the mountain side toward him. He stood -his ground, however, and by his side stood Canfield,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> -the red-headed American. But the two, -unsupported by the band, were no match for the -well-armed Border Boys and their companions, -and they knew it.</p> - -<p>“Surrender or be shot down like a dog!” cried -Coyote Pete in Spanish, as they rushed into the -camp. In the distance could be heard the yells -of the scared Mexicans as they leaped to their -horses and dashed off, deserting their leaders.</p> - -<p>Ramon’s reply was to fire point blank at the -cow-puncher. The bullet grazed his cheek and -caused a temporary halt. In that brief instant -Ramon and Canfield turned and dashed away at -top speed. They scrambled upon their horses -bareback, and in a jiffy the thunder of hoofs told -that they, too, were off.</p> - -<p>The adventurers instantly saddled their own -stock and set off in pursuit. They had no intention -of losing such an advantage as they now -possessed. But their animals were no match for -the fleet black, and daylight found them far to -the rear of the chase.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span></p> - -<p>But in the meantime Destiny, which had overtaken -Ramon at last, had arranged a fitting finale -for his tempestuous career. The Rangers, true -to their promise, were on their way to meet our -party at the place agreed upon, and at daybreak -Ramon and Canfield, white faced, dust covered -and desperate, encountered the rough and ready -cavalry in a narrow defile. Ramon at once -swung his black and dashed off like the wind, -leaving Canfield on his exhausted beast to fall -an easy prey to the Rangers. Leaving a file of -men to guard the prisoner, the captain of the -Rangers dashed off in hot pursuit of Ramon and -his fleet steed. But the great horse easily outdistanced -his followers, and had it not been for -the hands of Destiny, Ramon might once more -have escaped his end.</p> - -<p>But as he shot out of the defile he spied, coming -toward him, the Border Boys. The rascal -was fairly trapped. Behind him were the Rangers, -in front the Border Boys. As he hesitated, -Coyote Pete cried in a loud voice:</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Do you surrender?”</p> - -<p>The Mexican’s reply was to dash back once -more. Perhaps he hoped to ride and trample his -way through the Rangers. But what desperate -thoughts raced through his mind in those last -moments we shall never know, for presently, as -the Rangers approached, a volley came whizzing -about the cornered desperado.</p> - -<p>One chance of escape only, had he. On the -opposite side of the defile lay a narrow ledge -running to the top of the sheer cliff. Could he -gain that he might stand a chance of escape. Before -they realized what he was about to do, -Ramon saw the desperate loophole and gathered -his horse for the impossible leap across the chasm.</p> - -<p>The gallant black, true as steel to his unworthy -master to the last, never faltered. Straight out -into the air he shot, while the Border Boys and -the Rangers alike sat spellbound by the scene.</p> - -<p>The horse’s forefeet touched the opposite -ledge, but the hold was too weak. With a shrill -whinny of terror, with which mingled a terrible<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> -scream from Ramon, the beautiful and gallant -animal went crashing backward, down, down into -the depths of the abyss,—while the horror-stricken -onlookers sat paralyzed in their saddles!</p> - -<table id="tb" summary="tb"> - - <tr> - <td class="tdc">✱</td> - <td class="tdc">✱</td> - <td class="tdc">✱</td> - <td class="tdc">✱</td> - <td class="tdc">✱</td> - <td class="tdc">✱</td> - </tr> - -</table> - -<p>The next day a happy party set out from the -region of the mystic caves, carrying a freight -of treasure and escorted by the Mexican Rangers, -who, by Don Alverado’s wish, were to offer -them all the protection possible.</p> - -<p>An examination of the caves had shown that -the professor’s guess that they had been sealed -for all time by the explosion of the natural gases -was correct. Beyond the first great chamber the -foot of man would never more penetrate.</p> - -<p>At evening on the second day of their -journey, the roofs of Hermosillo came in sight. -And then the captain of the Rangers turned to our -party.</p> - -<p>“Our duty is done, senors,” he said, saluting, -“yonder is the end of your journey.”</p> - -<p>“One moment,” said Jack, reddening a little<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> -and lowering his voice, “here are two letters I -will ask you to deliver when you reach Santa -Anita once more. And a packet,” he added, handing -the officer the articles.</p> - -<p>“I shall see that they reach their destination -safely,” said the officer, taking them and thrusting -them into the bosom of his coat. “And now, -adios!”</p> - -<p>“Adios!” The cry was caught up by the Rangers -and went echoing out along the mountain -side.</p> - -<p>At the same instant, as though moved by a -common impulse, the Mexicans swung their wiry -ponies and dashed off toward the East. The -Border Boys stood watching them till in a cloud -of dust they vanished from their sight forever. -Then turning in silence they rode down into -Hermosillo. Here telegrams were despatched -telling of the success of their quest, and the -next day they boarded the train for home. The -ponies traveled less luxuriously than their masters, -in a stock car, while in the express coach,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> -guarded by shotgun messengers, were the precious -trophies of the cave.</p> - -<p>“Say, Jack, if I’m not too curious, what was -in that package that you handed the officer yesterday?”</p> - -<p>The question came from Ralph.</p> - -<p>“A present of gems for himself and his men,” -was the rejoinder. “I knew you would think I -did right in giving it to them. In fact, I had -the professor’s permission to do so.”</p> - -<p>“And the letters?” asked Ralph.</p> - -<p>“Well,” said Jack, “one was to Don Alverado -thanking him for all he had done, and bidding -him good-bye. The other was to—somebody -else.”</p> - -<p>For a time the boy sat silent, gazing from the -windows at the flying landscape,—and seeing -nothing of its details!</p> - -<p>But the past was behind them, and Jack was -not the boy to waste time on moonshiny thoughts. -In fact, while all the party lingered long in memory -among the strangely varied scenes of their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> -recent experiences, life was full of a new zest, -and the future beckoned them.</p> - -<p>Ere long, to share with you our prophetic -knowledge, the keenest faculties of the Border -Boys were to be called into action. In Texas, -the Lone Star State, some work, play and adventure -lay in front of them, and those who have -hitherto followed our Border Boys through their -careers of incident and excitement, may find more -about them in another volume, which will be -called “The Border Boys With The Texas -Rangers.”</p> - -<p class="pc4 mid"><span class="smcap">The End.</span></p> -</div> - -</div> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Border Boys with the Mexican -Rangers, by Fremont B. 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