"Whoopee!" came unexpectedly from Sid Todd, and, grabbing his pistol from the holster, he sent three shots into the air, just to add to the excitement.
As the pistol went off, both horses gave an extra bound forward. The two young riders were almost unseated, but each quickly recovered. Then they bent low over their steeds" necks and went forward for the finish.
It was a thrilling moment, Dave and Roger side by side, Phil at their heels, and Sid Todd further back, firing another shot or two, "just for fun," in true cowboy fashion.
But Roger had urged his horse to the limit and could do no better. As Dave clucked again, Hero shot ahead, a foot, a yard, and soon several yards. Then Phil came up abreast of the senator"s son, and thus they kept until the edge of the woods was gained.
"Dave wins!" cried Sid Todd. "An" a good race, boys,--a good race all around."
"Yes, Dave wins!" answered Phil. "My, but your horse did go it at the finish!" he added, admiringly.
"A fine animal," said Roger. "But mine is fine, too, even if he didn"t come in first," he added, loyally.
"You all rode well--better nor I expected," was Sid Todd"s comment. "It was a good race. I wish the others on the ranch had seen it,--they wouldn"t call you tenderfeet no more!"
CHAPTER XIII
THE CRAZY STEER
In the shade of the woods the boys rested their steeds for a few minutes, and as they did this the cowboy told them of some of the races he had seen in the past on Star Ranch.
"One of the greatest races was between one o" the cowboys and an Indian named Crowfoot Joe," said the cowboy. "The Indian was sure he was going to win, but he lost by a neck. That race took place two years ago, but the boys in these parts ain"t done tellin" about it yet. We had a full holiday the time it come off."
"I think your horse is just as good as mine," said Dave to Roger. "But I fancy you pressed him a little too hard at the start."
"He is just as good, an" so is the hoss Phil is ridin"," came from Sid Todd. "It was the ridin" did it. Dave managed his mount just right." And this open praise made the youth from Crumville blush.
"Just wait till Jessie hears how he won," said the shipowner"s son.
"She"ll weave a laurel crown for his brow and----"
"Don"t you say a word about it!" cried Dave, and blushed more than ever.
"I didn"t win by so very much, anyway."
Forward the party went, through the woods, and then in the direction of the foothills beyond. The race had not hurt the horses in the least, for all of them were tough and used to hard usage. They were following a well-defined trail, but presently branched off to the southward and commenced to climb the first of the hills.
"That hollow is about quarter of a mile from here," explained the cowboy. "Be careful now, or your horse will get into a hole, an" maybe break a leg." And then they went forward with added caution, into the midst of a growth of low bushes, dotted here and there with sagebrush.
Presently the cowboy uttered a long, loud whistle and this was answered by somebody near the edge of the ravine. Then another ranch hand named Tom Yates showed himself. He was on foot, but his horse was tethered not far away.
"Well, where are they?" asked Todd, of the other cowboy.
"Where are they?" growled Tom Yates. "Where they always are when they go over, hang "em! Say, we"re going to have a fierce job this time," he added.
"Why?" asked Todd.
"Because that big steer--the spotted one--went over with two of the others. He got hurt a few days ago in the woods, and he"s as ugly as sin because of it."
"Well, we"ll have to drive "em up, same as we did before," answered Sid Todd, briefly.
"I don"t think you"ll drive that steer," answered Tom Yates. "Blinky and I tried it, and we couldn"t do a thing with him. Blinky wouldn"t stay here. He thinks the steer is crazy."
"Got a rope?"
"Sure," was the answer, and the cowboy who had been working to get the cattle out of the ravine, swung a strong la.s.so into view. "But you ain"t goin" to use that on that steer," he continued. "Leas"wise, not if you want to live to tell it."
"We"ll see," answered Sid Todd, briefly, as he dismounted and took the la.s.so.
"Can we help?" asked Dave.
"Sure you can," answered the cowboy who had accompanied the boys. "Just you keep out of the way, an" that will be all the help we need."
"But perhaps we could do something," grumbled Roger. "I want to get into a regular round-up of cattle some day."
"This ain"t no round-up, my boy. If you go down into the hollow those cattle will be wuss frightened nor ever. You just stay up here and watch things. I"m going to get "em out--or know the reason why," finished Sid Todd, and he walked away with Tom Yates, and presently the pair were joined by a third hand, the fellow who had said he thought one of the steers was crazy.
With nothing else to do, the three boys dismounted, tethered their steeds, and walked slowly and cautiously to the edge of the ravine. The ground was very uneven, and treacherous holes were numerous.
"You would think there would be a lot of game around here," was Dave"s comment. "But so far I haven"t seen a thing."
"I think the cattle and the cowboys have scared the animals away,"
answered Roger. "For hunting we"ll have to go where it is even wilder than this--Todd said so."
"My, but this air is the finest ever!" cried Phil. "I declare, it makes me feel young!"
"As if he were old!" protested the senator"s son. "But the air is great!" he added.
"I know what it does to me," declared Dave. "Makes me mighty hungry."
"Same here," answered the shipowner"s son. "I think I could eat about six square meals a day. When we go out hunting, for a full day or more, we mustn"t forget to take plenty of food along."
"Oh, we"ll eat what we shoot, Phil," said Dave, with a wink at Roger.
"They always do that out West, you know."
"Huh! And if we don"t shoot we can starve, eh? Not much! I"m going to take plenty of good things along when I go out."
"I wonder if we"ll see much of Link Merwell," said Roger, after a pause.
"I don"t want to see him," answered Dave.
"But he"ll see you, Dave. Didn"t he say he"d square accounts out here?
He"ll keep his word--when it comes to doing anything mean and dirty."
"Roger is right," said Phil. "I shouldn"t want to alarm the girls, or Mr. and Mrs. Endicott, but I"d surely keep my eyes open for Link Merwell. He"ll try some kind of a game--it"s his nature."