"I say, that, as you are the most experienced in such matters, we shall be obliged to depend upon you to drive the bear out of the bushes into open ground," repeated Archie, who did not appear to notice his friend"s trepidation. "We can"t all go in there to attack him, for he would be sure to catch some of us. What have you in that gun?"
"B-u-c-k-s-h-o-t," replied Arthur, in an almost inaudible voice. "Let"s go home."
"Go home!" exclaimed Frank; "and without even one shot at that fellow!
No, sir. You"ve got the only gun in the party, and, of course, you are the one to attack him. Go right up the path, and when you see him, bang away."
"How big is he?" asked Arthur.
"Why, if he is a full-grown grizzly, he is as big as a cow."
"Will he fight much?"
"I should say he would," answered Archie, who was somewhat surprised at these questions. "Have you forgotten the one you killed with your knife? He will be certain to follow you, if you don"t disable him at the first shot, but he can"t catch your horse. Besides, as soon as he comes in sight, Frank and I will give him a volley from our revolvers. You are not afraid?"
"Afraid!" repeated Arthur, compressing his lips, and scowling fiercely.
"O, no."
"Well, then, make haste," said Frank, who was beginning to get impatient. "Ride up within ten paces of him, and let him have it. That"s the way you used to serve the lions in Europe."
"Yes, go on," urged Archie; and he gave Arthur"s horse a cut with his whip, to hurry him up.
"O, stop that!" whined Arthur, as the horse sprang forward so suddenly that his rider was nearly unseated. "I am going home."
What might have happened next, it is impossible to tell, had not the boys" attention been turned from Arthur by the yelping of a dog in the bushes a short distance up the mountain.
"That"s Carlo," exclaimed Archie. "Now we will soon know what sort of an enemy we have to deal with."
The dog was evidently following the trail of the bear, for he broke out into a continuous baying, which grew louder and fiercer as he approached. The bear heard it, and was either making efforts to escape, or preparing to defend himself; for he thrashed about among the bushes in a way that quite bewildered Frank and Archie, who drew their revolvers, and turned their horses" heads down the path, ready to fight or run, as they might find it necessary. An instant afterward, a large, tan-colored hound bounded across the path, and dashed into the bushes where the game was concealed. It was not one of those which had so disgracefully left the field a few moments before--it was Carlo, Johnny"s favorite hound--an animal whose strength had been tested in many a desperate encounter, and which had never been found wanting in courage. Scarcely had he disappeared when Marmion came in sight, also following the trail. He ran with his nose close to the ground, the hair on his back standing straight up like the quills on a porcupine, and his whole appearance indicating great rage and excitement.
"Hi! hi!" yelled Frank. "Take hold of him, you rascal! Now"s your time, Arthur. Ride up and give him the contents of your double-barrel; only, be careful, and don"t shoot the dogs."
For an instant, it seemed as if Arthur"s courage had returned, and that he was about to yield to the entreaties of his companions. He straightened up in his saddle, and, a.s.suming what he, no doubt, imagined to be a very determined look, was on the point of urging his horse forward, when suddenly there arose from the woods a chorus of yells, and snarls, and growls, that made the cold chills creep all over him, and caused him to forget every thing in the desire to put a safe distance between himself and the terrible animal in the bushes. Acting on the impulse of the moment, he wheeled his horse, and, before Frank or Archie could utter a word, he shot by them, and disappeared down the path.
For a moment, the two boys, forgetting that a furious battle was going on a little way from them, gazed at each other in blank amazement. The mighty hunter, who had boasted of whipping a grizzly-bear in a fair fight, with no weapon but his knife, had fled ingloriously, without having seen any thing to be frightened at.
"That"s one lie nailed," said Frank.
"More than one, I should think," returned Archie, contemptuously. "I shall have nothing more to do with that fellow. This is the end of my acquaintance with him."
No doubt Archie was in earnest when he said this; but, had he been able to look into the future, he would have discovered that he was destined to have a great deal more to do with Arthur Vane. Instead of being the end of his acquaintance with that young gentleman, it was only the beginning of it.
Meanwhile, the fight in the bushes, desperate as it was, judging by the noise it occasioned, was ended, and Arthur had scarcely disappeared when Marmion and Carlo walked out into the path, and, after looking up at the boys, and giving their tails a few jerks, as if to say "We"ve done it!"
seated themselves on their haunches, and awaited further orders. Archie threw his reins to his cousin, and, springing out of his saddle, went forward to survey the scene of the conflict. He was gone but a moment, and when he came out of the bushes, he was dragging after him--not a grizzly bear, but a large gray wolf, which had been overpowered and killed by the dogs. One of the wolf"s hind-legs was caught in a trap, to which was fastened a short piece of chain and a clog. The animal had doubtless been paying his respects to some sheep-fold during the night, and had put his foot into the trap while searching for his supper. He had retreated toward the mountains, and had dragged the trap until the clog caught, and held him fast. That was the reason he did not run off when the boys came up, and the commotion in the bushes had been caused by his efforts to free himself.
While the boys were examining their prize, Johnny, having succeeded in stopping his frantic horse, was returning to the place from which he had started on his involuntary ride. As he was about to enter the woods at the base of the mountains, he saw a horse emerge from the trees, and come toward him at a rapid gallop. His bridle was flying loose in the wind, and Johnny at first thought he was running away; but a second glance showed him that there was somebody on his back.
"Stampeded," thought Johnny. "If I am laughed at, it will be some consolation to know that I am not alone in my misery."
The rider of the stampeded horse was bent almost double; his feet were out of the stirrups, which were being thrown wildly about; both hands were holding fast to the horn of the saddle; his face was deadly pale, and, altogether, he presented the appearance of one who had been thoroughly alarmed. Although he looked very unlike the dignified Arthur Vane, who had ridden so gayly over that road but a few moments before, Johnny recognized him at once; and the first thought that flashed through his mind was that something terrible had happened to Frank and Archie.
"What"s the matter?" asked Johnny, pulling up his horse with a jerk.
"Grizzly bears!" shouted Arthur, in reply, without attempting to check his headlong flight.
"Grizzly bears!" echoed Johnny, in dismay. "And are you going off without trying to help those boys? Stop, and go back with me."
But Arthur was past stopping, either by ability or inclination. Digging his spurs into the sides of his horse, which was already going at the top of his speed, he went by Johnny like the wind, and in a moment was so far away that it was useless to make any further attempts to stop him. For an instant, Johnny was irresolute; then he turned in his saddle, and shouted one word, which the wind caught up and carried to the ears of the flying horseman, and which did much to bring about the events we have yet to describe.
"_Coward!_" yelled Johnny, with all the strength of his lungs.
Having thus given utterance to his opinion of Arthur Vane, he put spurs to his horse and galloped into the woods, hoping to reach the scene of the conflict in time to be of service to his friends. But, as we know, the grizzly bear had proved to be a wolf, and had already been killed by the dogs.
CHAPTER XI.
ARTHUR PLANS REVENGE.
Meanwhile, Arthur Vane continued his mad flight toward the settlement.
His hat was gone, his fine shot-gun had been thrown aside as a useless inc.u.mbrance, and his tomahawk and knife had dropped out of his belt; but he was too frightened to stop to pick them up. No pause he knew until he reached Mr. Harris"s rancho, where he reined up his panting horse, and electrified the family by shouting through the open window:
"Grizzly bears! Grizzly bears!"
"Where?" breathlessly inquired Mr. Harris, running out on the porch.
Before Arthur could reply, Johnny"s mother appeared; and a single glance at the frightened hunter and his dripping steed, was enough to awaken in her mind the most terrible apprehensions. She knew, instinctively, that something dreadful had happened.
"O, my son!" she screamed, sinking down on the porch, and covering her face with her hands.
Mr. Harris did not stop to ask any questions then. He knew the route the boys had taken in the morning, and his first thought was to start for the scene of the conflict, although he had little hopes of arriving in time to be of any a.s.sistance to the young hunters.
"Jose!" he shouted to one of his Rancheros, who happened to pa.s.s by the house at that moment, "call all the men to saddle up at once. The boys have been attacked by a grizzly in the mountains."
The gentleman carried his fainting wife into the house, and presently re-appeared with a brace of revolvers strapped to his waist, and a rifle in his hand.
"Did you see any of the boys hurt?"
He asked this question in a firm voice; but his pale face and quivering lips showed that the news he had just received had not been without its effect upon him.
"No, sir," replied Arthur. "My horse ran away with me; but I heard the fight, and I know that the dogs were all cut to pieces. The bear was an awful monster--as large as an ox; and such teeth and claws as he had! I never saw the like in all my hunting."
In a few moments, half a dozen herdsmen, all well armed, galloped up, one of them leading his employer"s horse.
"Vane," said Mr. Harris, as he sprang into his saddle, "you will stop on your way home, and tell Mr. Winters, will you not?"
Arthur replied by putting spurs to his horse, and in a few moments he was standing in Mr. Winters"s court, spreading consternation among the people of the rancho. d.i.c.k and Bob were there; but, unlike the rest of the herdsmen, they seemed to be but little affected by Arthur"s story.