OFF FOR PANAMA
It had been a day of tremendous strain from start to finish, and there was a general sigh of relief, as they gathered up their traps and prepared to leave the camp. Not since their fight with the pirates, had the boys had a closer "shave." It had been a case of touch and go, and they had barely escaped with their lives. But they had won out, after all, and, as Tom said, "a miss was as good as a mile." And their hearts warmed at the sense of comradeship, that had once again been tested to the limit and proved equal to the emergency. They had risked their lives for each other, and the "fortune that favors the brave" had not deserted them.
For Melton, their feeling was too deep for words. His was a heart of gold. Without the slightest personal end to be served, and prompted solely by his great, big, generous soul, he had come to their aid in the moment of deepest need, and fought shoulder to shoulder, in their effort to save their friend. Again and again they sought to voice their thanks, but the hardy old frontiersman would have none of it.
"Cut it out, boys," he laughed. "I didn"t do a thing that you wouldn"t have done for me, if you knew that an American was in trouble. Some day perhaps, you can pay me back, if you insist on considering it a debt. I only hope, if I ever do get in a sc.r.a.pe, I"ll have some young fellows of your brand behind me."
As none of them could read the future, they did not know that there was a touch of prophecy in his words, and that the time was coming, when, in his own native Rockies, the boys would pay the debt with interest.
From the loot found in the hut of the bandit chief, d.i.c.k had recovered his watch and money and clothes, and declared that he felt like a human being again for the first time since he had been trapped by the guerilla band on the morning before.
They shuddered, as, on their way through the camp, they pa.s.sed the bodies of the snakes, still tethered to the posts. They lay, quiet enough now, like the human fiend whose venom had been as dangerous as their own.
"The snakes and the Tiger," mused Bert. "They both lost out."
But now the cavalry were mounted and ready for the start. The horses of the guerillas had been released from their hobbles, and were led by ropes behind a number of the soldiers. One was a.s.signed to d.i.c.k, while Melton and the boys mounted three, that they were to use temporarily, until they had recovered their own that had been left further down the trail.
As they were gathering up the reins, Bert felt a touch on his leg. He looked down and saw the Chinaman, who in the hurry of preparation had been overlooked.
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed. "The c.h.i.n.k! We forgot all about him."
The poor fellow"s eyes were full of dread at the thought of being left alone in the wilderness.
"Of course we"ll take you along, John," Bert continued, "though I don"t know what on earth we"ll do with you. But we"ll settle that later on."
Dismounting, he gave the Chinaman a leg up on one of the led horses. The Oriental had never been on a horse in his life, and he made a comical figure, as he bobbed up and down. After threatening to fall off at any moment, he finally abandoned all effort to sit upright, and, leaning forward, threw he arms around the horse"s neck and held on for his life.
"It"s rather hard lines," laughed d.i.c.k. "But when he thinks of what he"s getting away from, I guess he won"t worry much about getting shaken up a little."
Soon they reached their own horses, and were proceeding to make the exchange, when they remembered the sentry who had been captured on that spot. They looked at each other with a little touch of perplexity.
"We can"t leave him there to starve," said Tom. "On the other hand, if we remind the captain, he"ll simply send one of his troopers to put a bullet in him."
"He"s our captive," said Bert, "and I guess we"d better tend to this on our own account. We didn"t actually promise him his life, and no doubt he"s deserved death many times over. We got some valuable information out of him, though, even if it was at the point of a bowie, and I think we ought to untie him and let him go."
As there was no dissent from this, they went to the tree where they had left the sentry. They found him nearly dead from terror. He had heard the sounds of the fight and the cheers of the soldiers, and knew pretty well how the struggle had ended. Now, as the boys approached, he tried to read their purpose in their eyes. He knew how he would have acted, had the case been reversed, and he did not dare to hope for mercy. But, to his astonishment, they took the gag from his mouth, untied his hands and told him he was free. He shook himself and then staggered away in the underbrush, trying to get out of sight before his deliverers should change their minds. They watched him till he vanished, and then retraced their steps to where Melton was waiting.
"You did right, boys," he said. "Although," he added, "a good many might think it was a case of misplaced sympathy. While I was waiting, I was reminded of the story of the little girl, looking at a picture of the early Christians attacked by lions in the arena. Her mother saw that she was crying, and was pleased to see that she was so tender-hearted. "It is sad, isn"t it?" she asked. "Yes," sobbed the child, "look at this poor thin little lion, that hasn"t any Christian.""
The boys laughed, as they sprang into the saddle.
"Of course," concluded Melton, "it"s rough on any lion to compare him to a fellow like this. Perhaps we"d better say a hyena, and let it go at that."
With hearts light as air, they cantered down the trail. Once more, life was smiling. They pa.s.sed in quick succession the various land marks they had such good reason to remember. Here was the place where they had pa.s.sed the night, and where Melton had come upon them, bringing cheer and hope. There was the stream, in which the outlaws had walked their horses. Most memorable of all was the curve in the road, where d.i.c.k had come upon the guerillas. Nothing in nature had changed since yesterday.
But what a gulf lay between their tortured sensations of the day before and the joyous elation of the present!
It was long after dark, when they rode into Montillo--too late to see the consul and the mayor that night. They bade a cordial good night to the captain, and, with a gay wave of the hand to the troopers, went to the leading hotel of the place. Here they found their baggage, which, thanks again to the thoughtfulness of Melton, had been taken from the train and sent there to await their coming--that coming which had been so doubtful a little while before. They saw to it that the Chinaman had food and drink and a place to sleep. Then a good supper, a hot bath, and they piled between sheets, to await the coming of the morrow.
It was long after sunrise the next morning, when they awoke. They had slept soundly, and, if any haunting recollection of their experience had taken form in a dream, there was no trace of anything but jubilation, as they dressed and breakfasted to an accompaniment of jest and laughter.
Melton, who had risen earlier and was smoking on the veranda, rose and threw away his cigar, and after a hearty handshake, went with them to the office of the consul.
"Thank G.o.d, you"re back," he cried fervently, as he shook hands with Melton. "And these, I suppose," he went on, as he turned toward the boys and greeted them warmly, "are the young rascals who have given me so many anxious moments lately. By Jove, I can"t tell you how glad I am to know that you got out of that sc.r.a.pe all right. There aren"t many who have fallen into the hands of El Tigre that ever came back to tell the story.
Sit down now and tell me all about it."
He was a fine example of Uncle Sam"s representatives abroad, keen, strong, determined, and the boys warmed toward him at once. He listened intently, while Melton told all that had happened, and his eyes lighted up, as he learned how they had rushed the camp.
"It was splendid," he exclaimed. "It"s almost a miracle and I wonder that you pulled through alive."
"It was a narrow squeak," admitted Melton, "and, at that, I"m afraid we wouldn"t have got away with it, if the troopers hadn"t come up just when they did. The bandits had got over their surprise and were surrounding us. I tell you, that squad of soldiers looked mighty good to me."
"So I imagine," rejoined the consul. "And that reminds me that we ought to go round and see the mayor. You can thank your friend here," he went on, turning to the boys, "that the mayor got busy at all in this matter.
It was that "hand on the hip pocket" idea that did the trick. It scared him stiff. He thinks a good deal of that precious skin of his, and he didn"t like the idea of having it shot full of holes. I don"t believe he ever hustled so much before in his life. No doubt by this time he has had a report of the affair from the captain of the squad, and he"ll be strutting around like a turkey-c.o.c.k."
The consul"s prediction was confirmed, when, a few minutes later, they were ushered into the mayor"s office. He was fairly bursting with self importance. He greeted them with ineffable politeness, strongly dashed with condescension.
He was delighted beyond measure to see his dear Americano friends again.
But there--it was a foregone conclusion. Nothing could withstand his soldiers. He had already telegraphed to Mexico City, of the rescue, and of the complete destruction of the band of El Tigre. What no other mayor had been able to accomplish, _he_ had done in one fell swoop. It would probably mean--ahem--a decoration, possibly--ahem--political promotion. He trusted that his good Americano friends would report the matter at Washington. It would show how sternly the Mexican government protected the lives of foreigners in its borders.
And so he went on, in a steady stream of self laudation, that so strongly stirred the risibles of the boys that they did not dare to look at each other, for fear that they would laugh outright. But they were, after all, deeply indebted to him, no matter what his motives, and they maintained their gravity and thanked him heartily for the aid he had rendered. Only after they had reached the street, did their features relax.
"Hates himself, doesn"t he?" laughed Tom.
"He sure does," responded Bert. "He ought to be nothing less than president, if you should ask him."
"He"s certainly throwing himself away to stay here as mayor," added d.i.c.k.
"But, considering all that"s happened, I don"t mind if he does pat himself on the back. But here comes the man to whom we owe an awful lot, too. I like him clear down to the ground."
It was the young captain who approached, and they greeted him heartily.
He also had reason for elation, both in having avenged his brother and in having accomplished a military feat that would surely add to his reputation. But he was modest, and stoutly disclaimed that the boys owed him anything. He had simply done his duty and it was all in the day"s work.
"He"s the right stuff," said Tom, as they separated, after mutual expressions of esteem. "He ought to be an American." Which from patriotic, if somewhat prejudiced Tom, was the highest praise.
And now, after warmest farewells had been taken of the consul, there was nothing to keep them in Montillo. Yes, there was one thing, as d.i.c.k suddenly remembered.
"The c.h.i.n.k," he said. "What about him?"
"Oh, give him a little money and let him stay here," suggested Tom. "He can easily get something to do."
The matter thus disposed of, they sauntered on, but as they neared the hotel, they saw the Celestial evidently waiting for them.
"h.e.l.lo, John," said Bert, pleasantly.
"h.e.l.lo, slelf," was the smiling answer. Then he went on calmly: "Me glo with you."
"What"s that?" cried Bert, startled. "But we"re going to Panama."
"Me glo too. Me glot flends, Panama."