"Crystal! Bowl ahead!"
So Diana began:
"THE LOST PONY
"I had been staying some weeks at Buller"s Creek, and one morning, when I came down to breakfast, Lenox ran into the veranda. He looked fearfully excited.
""Do you know," he cried, "that Darkie"s missing from the stable?"
"We all sprang up at the bad news, and Uncle Carr whistled. Darkie was my special pet, and, apart from that, she was the best pony on the ranch. How had she got out of the stable? Lenox had tied her up himself the night before. Either some malicious person must have let her loose or, worse still, some one must have stolen her.
""I believe it"s Lu Hudson!" declared Lenox and Uncle Carr nodded.
"Lu Hudson, whom most people called "Spanish Lu", was the owner of the next ranch, and a very disagreeable neighbour. He was a big, rough, dark, hot-tempered fellow, with a bad reputation for picking quarrels and using his revolver. He and Uncle Carr were continually having lawsuits about the boundary of their ranches, and his sheep were constantly trespa.s.sing on the Buller"s Creek ranges. He had the greatest admiration for Darkie, and several times had asked to buy her, but Uncle Carr had always curtly refused to part with her. The last time there had been trouble about the boundary, Spanish Lu had sworn that he would pay Uncle Carr out, and he was just the sort of desperate fellow to keep his word. Of course the first thing to be done was to ride round the ranch and see whether Darkie could be found anywhere.
""I"m sorry I can"t look after the matter myself to-day," said Uncle Carr; "but Jake and I have to get off to the mart at Louisville. She may have strayed, but it"s not likely. I don"t believe you"ll find her."
"As soon as Uncle and Jake, the herdsman, had started off in the buggy, Lenox saddled Whitefoot, his own pony, to go in search of Darkie. I begged and prayed and implored to go too, so finally they let me have my way, and saddled j.a.p for me, a brown pony, quiet and steady, though not so clever as Darkie. c.o.o.nie, a little half-caste boy, went with us.
""The air feels heavy this morning," said Aunt Frances, as we were starting. "If a storm comes on, make for cover. Don"t try to get home across the prairie till it"s over."
"The sun was shining, and we did not think the weather looked at all like a storm. I rather laughed at Auntie as she fastened a wrap on to my saddle, with instructions to wear it if I felt cold. Lenox had the lunch-basket, and also a small axe, which he always took with him when going round the ranch.
"We set off and rode all the morning, but never a trace of Darkie was to be found. We ate our lunch in a stony little glen, where a stream flowed down from the ridge above. I was very keen on getting wild flowers, and while our ponies rested, I wandered up the bank of the stream, gathering myself a posy. I went on and on, much farther than I intended. At the very head of the glen was a natural barrier of rock, with a few steep steps leading on to a kind of plateau at the top. This spot, I knew, marked the boundary between my uncle"s ranch and that of Spanish Lu. The glen was the property of Buller"s Creek; the farther side of the ridge belonged to the Hudson range, and the plateau was neutral ground.
"Something, I don"t know what, impelled me, as I stood there, to give the long-drawn, peculiar whistle with which we always called Darkie. To my astonishment, a whinny came from the plateau above. In another moment I was scrambling up the rock steps. There, tied to a cedar-stump, was Darkie. She recognized me at once, and whinnied again. There was n.o.body in sight. I did not even stop to think of Lu Hudson. I just ran to Darkie and untied her, and took her by the bridle. It was a fearful business to lead her down the rock steps, but she was as surefooted as a mule, and together we managed it somehow. The boys nearly had a fit when I made my appearance with the missing pony. It was pretty plain, so they said, that Spanish Lu must have stolen her and taken her there for safety, intending to come back and fetch her. Where was he now? The answer came unexpectedly.
""What"s that smoke there?" asked c.o.o.nie.
"Lenox and I turned to look in the direction in which he pointed. A grey haze was mounting from the horizon.
""It"s more like dust than smoke," said Lenox. "I wouldn"t mind betting it"s sheep."
"Who could have the impudence to be driving sheep on to the Buller"s Creek range? It seemed more than probable that Lu Hudson had broken his pledge, and was again trespa.s.sing on his neighbour"s property. Lenox and I looked at each other. If Spanish Lu were within short distance of us, the sooner we got Darkie safely home, the better.
""I"ll ride her, and you lead j.a.p," I decided.
"We started off at once. As we got out of the glen and on to the prairie we could see in the distance an immense flock of sheep, herded by two men on horseback. We were too far from them to recognize faces, but the general appearance of one of them suggested Spanish Lu.
""They"re grazing east of the ridge, in spite of what the judge settled!" exclaimed Lenox angrily. "If I hadn"t to take care of you and Darkie, I"d go and tell them what I think of them."
"It seemed no use running our heads into danger, and perhaps having Darkie wrenched from us, so we made off east towards home. We had only gone about a mile when suddenly the sky to the west behind us turned black. In a few minutes we were in the thick of a terrific blizzard. My first instinct was to give Darkie her head and fly for the ranch, but Lenox caught at my bridle.
""Ride back to the glen!" he shouted.
"Lenox knew enough about prairie blizzards to prevent him from trying to find our way home through this one. On the open plains, where the wind has full sweep, a blizzard is a thing to be dreaded.
Though we had to face the storm to ride back to the glen, it was the safest thing to do, for we were not far away, and we should find shelter there. With our heads down, and sharp sc.r.a.ps of ice beating on our saddles, we urged our ponies along. Suddenly we caught sight of a great moving ma.s.s coming on with the storm. It was the immense flock of sheep, that had stampeded before the blizzard, and were drifting along across the prairie. Lenox stood up in his stirrups, and shouted to c.o.o.nie:
""Ride over there, and we"ll turn them into the glen!"
"c.o.o.nie understood in a second, and so did I. Unless we could drive the sheep into shelter, undoubtedly the whole number would perish in the storm. Lenox thrust j.a.p"s bridle into my hand, and dashed ahead.
In a few minutes he and c.o.o.nie had succeeded in turning the leaders towards the entrance of the creek, and after them swept the rest of the flock. We followed into the sheltered glen, and, dismounting from our ponies, found a nook under a projecting piece of rock.
There were some tree-stumps about, and Lenox set to work to chop them with his axe, and soon made a roaring fire. How glad I was that Aunt Frances had made me bring the wrap! I should have been frozen without it. Even by the fireside the air was bitter. What must it be like out in the open prairie, we wondered? We had not sat long in our sheltered nook before we heard voices, and two figures, covered with ice and snow, made their appearance leading horses. They staggered to our camp-fire, half exhausted by the violence of the storm. Though his hair and his beard were white with snow, we had no difficulty in recognizing Spanish Lu. He thawed for a little, and then spoke to his herdsman.
""The sheep!" he gasped.
""They"re all here," answered Lenox in triumph. "We saw them, and turned them into the creek."
"Spanish Lu stared at us as if he could hardly believe his eyes.
""You kids! You turned the whole herd?"
"I expect he felt pretty grateful, for, if it hadn"t been for Lenox and c.o.o.nie, several thousand of his sheep would certainly have been lost, and, as it was, they were safely grazing in shelter. When the storm was sufficiently over for us to venture home, he led out Darkie himself and helped me to mount. Neither he nor we said a word about her loss, though we were perfectly certain he must have taken her from the stable.
"After that day he kept his sheep to his own side of the ridge, and, though he was never a pleasant neighbour, Uncle Carr wasn"t obliged to go to law with him again about the boundary of the two ranches.
So we felt that Darkie had patched up peace, particularly as we didn"t accuse Lu Hudson of taking her. Horse-stealing is a very serious crime in the West, so I expect he thought he had got off uncommonly well."
"And what became of Darkie?" asked Meg, as Diana"s ma.n.u.script came to a rather abrupt end.
"Uncle Carr gave up the ranch when he went into Congress, and Darkie and all the other ponies were left at Buller"s Creek. She wouldn"t have been happy off the prairie, or I"d have begged to have her. Lenox? Why, he"s still in France; but I suppose he"ll be demobilized soon, and going back to Harvard. He wants to be a professor, not a ranchman. He"s a fearfully clever boy. Now, I"ve read my story, and I"m waiting for yours. Who"s going to come next?"
"After such excitements as horse-stealing and a blizzard, our poor little adventures would seem very tame," said Mrs. Fleming, voicing the general feeling of the family, each member of which was showing a plain desire to shirk. "Suppose we keep our stories for another evening, and play games now? Meg, get pencils and paper, and we"ll have a round of "telegrams"."
CHAPTER XI
Diana to the Rescue
Next morning the postman arrived quite laden with parcels and letters addressed to "Miss Diana Hewlitt". As Mrs. Fleming had prophesied, everything came at once, and her young guest spent a busy and ecstatic half-hour opening her various packages. Scent, French chocolates, Parisian embroideries, gloves, ribbons, and other dainty vanities such as girls love were raved over and spread forth on the table, while Diana devoured the contents of her letters. From one large envelope she drew forth a photograph of a lovely lady in evening-dress.
"It"s Mother! Oh, how perfectly sweet! And the very image of her, too!"
she cried, handing the photo to Meg for admiration.
Her fit of the blues had utterly vanished, and she was in a rose-coloured mood to-day. Meg, leaning over the table, deeply interested in the parcels, looked critically at the picture of the bright-eyed lady with the soft coils of fair hair.
"She"s not like you, Diana."
"No. A thousand times better looking than I am!"
"I suppose you"re like your father?"
"Yes, so people say, though I can"t see it myself."
"How pretty she is--and how young! She might almost be your sister. And yet I suppose she must be middle-aged."