"Are you sure of the trail?" asked Belle.
"Oh, yes, that"s easy," answered Phil.
Without another word the two chums started off in the direction of the ranch house, so many miles distant. The others, watched them out of sight, and then turned and walked up the river bank toward the shack Belle had mentioned.
CHAPTER XVIII
OUT IN THE WIND AND RAIN
"Dave, what do you suppose those six horses were worth?" questioned Phil, as the two youths hurried along the back trail on a dog-trot,--the same dog-trot they used when on a cross-country run at Oak Hall.
"At least two thousand dollars, Phil," was the reply. "The horse I used was a dandy, and so was that Belle had--and yours was a good one, too."
"What do you suppose those horse-thieves will do with them?"
"Drive them a long distance, hide them for a while, and then, when they get the chance, sell them. Of course they don"t expect to get full value for them, but they"ll get a neat sum."
"You don"t suppose this can be a trick of Link Merwell"s?"
"I thought of that, but I don"t think so. Taking a horse in this section of the country is a serious business. Why, they used to hang horse-thieves, and even now a ranchman wouldn"t hesitate to shoot at a fellow who had his horse and was making off with it. No, I don"t think Link would quite dare to play such a trick. But of course we can investigate,--after we have reported to Mr. Endicott."
"You are not going to try to keep up this dog-trot all the way to the house, are you?" questioned the shipowner"s son, after about a mile had been covered, and when they were pa.s.sing over a rather rough portion of the trail.
"Winded?"
"Not exactly, but I shall be if I keep this up," panted Phil. "Besides, I don"t want to tumble over these tree roots."
"I wanted to get as far as possible on the way before that storm broke,"
went on Dave, glancing anxiously upward, between the branches of the trees. "When it comes, I rather think it will be a corker. I hope the others reach that shack before it rains."
"Oh, they ought to be there by this time."
The boys kept on, sometimes running and sometimes dropping into a walk.
As they advanced, the sky kept growing steadily darker, both on account of the storm and because the day was drawing to a close.
"Here"s the spot where we pa.s.sed Link and that man with him," said Dave, presently. "Wonder who that fellow was?"
"Oh, some hand from the Merwell ranch, I suppose. He didn"t seem to be very sociable. He kept his head turned away all the time Link was talking to us."
"If he"s from the Merwell place, they can"t have very nice fellows up there."
"Well, who would want to work for a man like Mr. Merwell? He and Link are just alike, dictatorial and mean."
The two boys kept on for a short distance further. Then Phil caught his foot in a tree root and went sprawling.
"Wow!" he spluttered, as he arose. "Hi, Dave, wait for me!" he added, for his chum had continued on the run.
"What"s wrong?"
"I tripped and fell--just as I was afraid I"d do. Better go slow--unless you want to break an ankle or skin your nose."
"The storm is coming," said Dave, as he came to a stop. "Much hurt?"
"Not very,--scratched my hand, that"s all. Phew! listen to the wind!"
The sky overhead was black with clouds, but to the north and the south were great patches of light. The wind was increasing steadily.
"Maybe it will be more wind than rain," said Dave. "I hope so, too, for I have no fancy for getting drenched to the skin."
"I don"t like a wind storm--when I am in a big woods like this,"
answered the shipowner"s son. "I am always afraid a tree will come down on me."
"Well, we have got to look out for that--if we can," answered Dave, gravely. "I don"t like it myself, but it can"t be helped."
They continued on their way. The wind increased rapidly, and soon it grew so dark they could see little or nothing under the thickest of the trees. They came to an open s.p.a.ce, and there the wind struck them with great force, almost hurling them flat.
"Say, I think--we had--had better wait a--a bit!" panted Phil, as he clutched Dave by the arm.
"Let us get over to yonder rocks," answered Dave. "We"ll be a little safer there than between the trees."
Hand in hand the chums crossed the glade and made for a series of rocks looming between the trees beyond. The wind was now blowing with almost tornado force, and with it came a few scattering drops of rain. Just as they gained the rocks something whizzed past their heads.
"What was that?" gasped Phil, ducking after the object had pa.s.sed.
"It was a small tree limb," answered Dave. "We"ve got to watch out.
Hark!"
They listened, and above the whistling of the wind heard a great crash.
"It"s a tree being blown down!" cried Phil. "Come on, let us get between the rocks, before something hits us on the head!"
Much alarmed, both boys leaped for the shelter of the rocks, and in the darkness felt their way until they reached a split that was seven or eight feet deep and a foot wide at the bottom and twice that at the top.
"I guess this is as good a place as any, Phil," remarked Dave, when he had regained his breath sufficiently to speak.
"It won"t be much protection if it rains hard," grumbled the shipowner"s son.
"Well, I don"t see that we can do better."
"Neither do I."
Further conversation was cut off by the wind and the rain. The former shrieked and whistled through the woods, sending down branch after branch with tremendous crashes that awed the boys completely. The rain was light, but the drops were large and hit them with stinging force.
For fully half an hour the blow continued, and then it appeared to let up and the rain stopped entirely.