The man gave his fist another shake to emphasize his words, and then left the door and hurried down the pa.s.sage; but, before he disappeared in the darkness, Archie obtained a good view of him, and recognized him as one of the mutineers whom he had seen at the door a few minutes before. Archie understood his words perfectly. The Ranchero was very angry at Beppo for his failure to carry out his part of the contract, and had made up his mind to punish him for it at some future time. He did try to whip somebody; but, as it happened, he got hold of the wrong man, and came out second best.
"He"s gone," said Archie, drawing a long breath of relief, "and I think I may venture out. I wouldn"t be in Beppo"s boots for a quarter, when that man meets him. I believe I am the luckiest fellow in the world; for whenever I get into a sc.r.a.pe, I always find an easy way out of it." As he said this, he thought of the "sc.r.a.pe" he had had that morning with Old Davy, and told himself he had not come out of that so very easily after all. He still felt the effects of his fall in his nose and shoulder. "If any body had asked me half an hour ago what I thought of the situation," he continued, "I should have said that the prospect was not very flattering. I expected to have a terrible fuss with these Greasers; but, just in the nick of time, a mutineer comes up, mistakes me for an accomplice, gives me a bunch of keys, and thus makes it the easiest matter in the world for me to effect my escape. It is really wonderful."
Archie at last succeeded in finding a key to fit the lock, the door swung open, and the horses went out and started down the pa.s.sage-way, Archie following close at their heels. Now that he had a light, and could distinguish objects about him, he wondered at the number and extent of the pa.s.sages. They ran about in all directions, and the horses turned first into one, and then into another, and twisted about until he began to believe that they had lost their way. But they knew where they were going, and in a few minutes they brought Archie in sight of a door which led into the court. The door was open, and there were half a dozen men standing in front of it, among whom was Don Carlos, who seemed to be highly excited about something; for he was flourishing his arms wildly around his head, and talking at the top of his voice. If Archie had known what a race Frank had had through that court a little while before, and what had happened to him since, it would have increased his own excitement and alarm, if such a thing were possible. He believed that his cousin was still seated comfortably in the room where he had left him, reading his book, and all unconscious of Archie"s absence.
"He will stay here all night in perfect security," Archie had said, whenever he thought of Frank, "and to-morrow, when he comes home, he will hardly be willing to believe me when I tell him what I have seen, and what I have been through. The Don will treat him like a gentleman, of course; but what would he do to me if he should find that I am down in this cellar learning all his secrets? I"d be gone up, sure. I wonder if the old fellow has discovered my absence, and what he thinks of it!"
The Don, as we know, had discovered his absence, and was greatly alarmed thereat, fearing that Archie might have found his way into the underground portions of the rancho, and learned something that was not intended for him to know. Having returned from his chase after Frank (with what success we shall see presently), he was determined to ascertain what had become of Archie; and a dozen of his Rancheros were at that very moment searching for him in every nook and corner of the pa.s.sage-ways.
When Archie discovered the men at the door, he knew that the tug of war was coming. His disguise had already been tested by Pedro and one of the mutineers, and their suspicions had not been aroused in the slightest degree; but how would it be when he came out into the court, which was brilliantly lighted up with lanterns? He was quite certain of one thing, and that was, if the Don recognized him, and wanted to stop him, he must do it before he reached the court; for after that it would be impossible. If he could only put his eyes on the gate, he was safe. That was what Archie thought as he extinguished his lantern, and spoke in a low tone to the horses, which stopped instantly. Mounting King James, he gathered the reins firmly in his left hand, seized the mustang"s bridle with his right, and in another moment was dashing at full speed up the declivity that led to the door. He was right in the midst of the Mexicans before they knew it. Two of them were sent headlong to the ground, and the Don only saved himself from being run down, by a jump that was remarkable for one of his years. They were all scattered right and left, and the way was clear to the gate.
"Good-by, Don Carlos!" shouted Archie, so excited and elated that he could scarcely speak; "I"ll be back in half an hour."
No words could describe the Spaniard"s bewilderment and alarm. He recognized Archie"s voice, knew in an instant that his worst fears had been realized, and saw the necessity of preventing him from leaving the rancho. He stood gazing in astonishment at the swiftly moving horses and their daring rider; and before he could recover the use of his tongue, they were half way across the court.
"Ach, mine heavens!" roared the Don, jumping about over the ground like one demented; "_mine_ dear heavens! Here ish dis leetle poys!
Shtop him, dere! Dis ish von grand shwindle!"
There were half a dozen Rancheros in the court, besides those who had been conversing with the Spaniard, and Archie"s sudden appearance created a great commotion among them. They ran about in every direction, some shouting for their pistols, and others calling for their la.s.sos; but not one among them was daring enough to attempt to stop him. They might as well have tried to stop a locomotive or a steamboat. The horses bounded across the court with terrific speed, and nothing short of a rifle-ball or la.s.so would have checked them.
Archie"s face was very pale, but it betrayed not the slightest sign of fear. It wore a determined, reckless look, and it was easy enough to see that he was not to be daunted by any obstacles or dangers he might find before him. He would have remorselessly run down all the herdsmen on the rancho, if they had placed themselves in his way.
Archie thought now that his escape was but a question of time--of seconds; but there was one obstacle in his way that he had not calculated upon, and that was the gate. When he came in sight of it, what was his dismay to find that it was closed! The heavy oak bars were in their places; and the gate was so well secured, that before he could dismount and open it, the yelling, angry Mexicans, who were closing in from all sides, would be down upon him in a body. He was cornered--caught. His desperate plan for escape, which had been so brilliantly commenced, and which at first promised to succeed even beyond his expectations, had resulted in utter failure. He wished now that he had remained hidden in some of the underground rooms until dark.
The horses stopped when they reached the gate, and Archie turned in his saddle and took a survey of the situation. The court was filled with men now--for the most of those who had been searching the pa.s.sage-ways had come up--and they were all running toward him, swinging their la.s.sos, and brandishing their knives and pistols as if they intended to use them as soon as they could get their hands upon him. A more ferocious looking set of men he had never seen.
Had Archie been placed in this situation a few months before, it is probable that he would have been frightened out of his wits, and that he would have surrendered without making any further attempts at escape. But he had been the hero of some exciting adventures since he left Lawrence, and, to some extent, he had become familiar with danger. Besides, he was naturally brave and resolute, and believing from the actions of his enemies, and the expression he saw in their faces, that it was their intention to take a summary vengeance upon him, he resolved to fight for life and liberty as long as he had strength enough to move an arm. He had nothing to gain by surrendering himself into the hands of the Mexicans; he might gain every thing by resisting them to the last.
"Now, dis ish _all_ right!" yelled the Don, when he saw Archie hesitating at the gate, and his men closing around him. "We have got dis leetle poys. Hi! Bedro, vat you makin" dere? Ah! Mine heavens!"
The change in the old Spaniard"s tone was caused by an action on the part of Archie, which astonished every body in the court. Dropping Roderick"s bridle, he suddenly wheeled his horse and dashed furiously toward the Rancheros, who scattered before him like a flock of turkeys. As he pa.s.sed through their ranks, several la.s.sos were thrown at him; but Archie had learned how to avoid these weapons, and by lying flat along his horse"s neck, he escaped being pulled from his saddle. He galloped toward the nearest door, and without trying to stop his horse, threw himself to the ground, and disappeared in the hall like a flash. A few rapid steps brought him to the room to which the Don had conducted him on his arrival at the rancho. He did not stop to look for his cousin, for he knew that if Frank had been there, the confusion and noise in the court would have brought him out. He ran straight to the painting of the Indian warrior, pressed the b.u.t.ton in the handle of the knife, and when the door opened before him, he dashed through and ran along the dark pa.s.sage with reckless speed;--the smooth click of the spring-lock telling him that the picture had swung back to its place. He still had the bunch of keys, which he intended to preserve as a memento of his visit to Don Carlos"
rancho, and his object now was to reach the room adjoining the stable, and lock himself in. He concluded, from something Beppo had said, that there was but one set of keys to all these rooms; and he had the satisfaction of knowing that if that was the case, the robbers could not capture him until they had cut down every door in the rancho. He would retreat as they advanced, locking all the doors behind him; and when at last he was brought to bay, he would use his revolver.
The pa.s.sage was so dark that Archie could not see his hand before him; and how he ever got down the stairs without breaking his neck he did not know. He accomplished the descent in safety, however, and there his good fortune ended. As he jumped into the pa.s.sage at the foot of the stairs, he came in violent contact with some one who instantly seized him and held him fast.
"Who"s this?" demanded a gruff voice.
"Santa Maria!" cried Archie.
"You young rascal!" continued the man, in a tone of great satisfaction. "I"ve got you now, and I am going to give you the best dressing down you have had in a twelve-month." Something whistled sharply in the darkness, and Archie felt the effects of a stinging blow from a rawhide in the hands of his invisible antagonist.
CHAPTER XI.
A COMPANION IN TROUBLE.
Archie recognized the voice which addressed him, and knew who his antagonist was. He was one of the mutineers--the same who had given him the keys, and who had shaken his fist at him as he was leading out the horses. Supposing Archie to be Beppo, he had loitered about in the pa.s.sage awaiting his return to the stable, intending to take an ample revenge upon him. The horses not being on hand at the right time, the plans of the mutineers were completely upset; and of course they were highly enraged.
Although Archie was greatly astonished and alarmed at finding himself thus unceremoniously a.s.saulted, he comprehended the situation in an instant, and acted accordingly. He knew that as long as the man supposed him to be Beppo, he would use nothing but his rawhide on him, and Archie thought he could stand that; but, if he made himself known, the Ranchero would drop his whip, and resort to his knife, and that was something Archie could not stand. When he uttered Beppo"s favorite expression, he exactly imitated his voice; and the man, believing that he had got hold of the right one, clung to his collar, and belabored him most unmercifully with his rawhide.
"Santa Maria!" yelled Archie, smarting under the blows, and writhing like an eel in the strong grasp that held him.
"You"ll fool me again, will you?" said the Ranchero, with grim satisfaction. "You"ll break your promise, won"t you? Why didn"t you bring up those horses? How does that feel, you rascal?"
The sensation was by no means an agreeable one. The herdsman, who was a powerful fellow, showered his blows with all his strength, and his victim struggled in vain to escape from his clutches. Then he tried to slip out of his jacket; but the Ranchero detected the move, and shifted his grasp from Archie"s collar to his hair. The torture soon became almost unbearable, and Archie was more than once on the point of losing heart and crying out; but just at the right time his courage came again to his aid, and shutting his teeth firmly together, he braced his nerves, and took the punishment without a murmur. But he did not cease his struggles. He ducked his head, and jumped and squirmed about in a way that made it extremely difficult for his antagonist to hit him; but if he escaped one blow, the next one he received came with redoubled force; and becoming satisfied at last that it was the man"s intention to whip him to death, he grew desperate, and did something that ended the battle in an instant.
Thrusting his hand into his pocket, he drew out one of the long, heavy pistols which he had found on the table, and grasping it by the barrel, he struck his enemy a blow in the face which felled him like an ox under the ax of the butcher. In falling, he pulled Archie to the floor with him, but he did not hold him there, nor did he attempt it.
He raised both hands to his head, and set up a roar that awoke a thousand echoes in the pa.s.sage; and Archie, finding himself at liberty, scrambled to his feet and ran for life. He did not know where or in what direction he was going, nor did he give the matter a moment"s thought. His only desire was to get as far away from his antagonist as possible, and to conceal himself in one of the rooms. He would have given something now to have had a lantern, for it was far from being a pleasant thing to stumble about in that intense darkness, through those unknown pa.s.sage-ways. A light might have discovered him to his enemies, but he told himself that he would much rather run that risk, than be continually hara.s.sed by the fear of running against some of the band before he knew it, or of falling through some secret trap-door. But luck was on his side. There were no trap-doors in his way, and the robbers were all up-stairs, overturning every thing in their frantic search for him. He groped his way along with all possible speed, and finally, believing himself safe from pursuit for the present, he stopped to take breath, and to determine upon his future course.
What was to be done now? that was the question. He was in a bad sc.r.a.pe, and could see no way to get out of it. He rubbed his aching shoulders, and thought of the remark he had so often made since his adventure with Pierre and his band--that he did not care to remain longer in California, because the fun and excitement were all over. He thought differently now. He had had plenty of excitement during the day, much more than he wanted, but he had not seen a great deal of fun. Bruised and battered, smarting in a hundred places from the effects of the beating he had received; surrounded by a net-work of secret pa.s.sage-ways and caverns, among which he was as effectually lost as though he had been in the heart of the Rocky Mountains; in the midst of enemies who would show him no mercy if captured; his situation was certainly a disheartening one. He could not hope for a.s.sistance from his friends, for they were ignorant of his whereabouts. He and Frank had often camped out among the mountains for a week at a time, enjoying the fine shooting to be found there; and now the trappers, if they noticed his absence at all, would probably think he had gone off on one of his hunting expeditions, and instead of making any attempt to find him, would leave him to return home when he got ready. Frank might be captured, confined in one of those rooms, and die a lingering death there, and no one would ever know what had become of him.
"I wish I had never seen or heard of California," said Archie, bitterly, allowing himself for a moment to become utterly disheartened. "If I had only known that I was going to get myself into this miserable sc.r.a.pe, I"ll bet you that I would have let the robbers take my horse, and welcome. There they are!"
Archie"s soliloquy was interrupted by the sound of voices and footsteps. The Don and his men, having thoroughly ransacked the upper part of the house, were now beginning to search the underground portion. The noise grew louder, and the conversation more distinct, as the Rancheros approached, and Archie knew it was high time he was hunting up a place of concealment. Putting his hands against the wall, he groped his way along the pa.s.sage until he came to a door. This he unlocked with one of his keys, and lifting the latch, he opened the door a little way, and listened. While he stood there, hesitating and afraid to enter, the Rancheros approached rapidly; and presently Archie saw the light of a lantern dancing along the pa.s.sage. There were four men in the party, and they were coming directly toward the fugitive, who, knowing that there was but one way of escape open to him, stepped cautiously into the room and locked the door. Scarcely had this been done when the Rancheros hurried past, searching every-where for Archie, and little dreaming that he was so near, and that the door alone stood between them and him. He distinctly heard their angry words, and understood enough of their conversation to know that the events of the last half hour had greatly astonished them; and that, if he was captured, something terrible would be done to him.
They pa.s.sed out of hearing at last, and Archie drew a long breath of relief, and braced up his nerves to encounter any new perils that might be in his way.
There was one thing that had thus far kept him in a state of intense anxiety and suspense, and that was the fear of running into some terrible danger while he was roaming about in the darkness--something that would take him by surprise, and end his existence before he would have time to comprehend its nature. How did he know but there was a chasm yawning at his very feet; and that if he advanced a single step he would find himself plunging headlong to destruction? Or how could he tell but there were some of the band standing within reach of him, with their knives uplifted ready to strike? He took a match from his pocket, but hesitated to light it for fear that it might reveal some new terror. He knew, however, that he had nothing to gain by standing there inactive, and summoning all his courage to his aid, he drew the match along the wall; but, no sooner had the flame blazed up, so that he could distinguish objects about him, than he staggered back against the door with a cry of terror, and stood trembling in every limb. The single instant that the room was lighted up by the match, was enough to reveal to him a sight that filled him with horror--a familiar form, lying bound and helpless on the floor, and a wounded and bleeding face, which, save where it was reddened by the little streams of blood that had flowed over it, was as pale as that of the dead. But Archie, to his immense relief, soon found that his companion in trouble had plenty of life left in him. His body was battered and bruised, but his spirit was as undaunted as ever.
"Well, what are you doing here?" asked a voice, in tones of great amazement.
"Frank Nelson!" exclaimed Archie, scarcely believing that he was awake. He did not stop now to think that there might be some one else in the room--he did not care if there was. It was enough for him to know that his cousin stood in need of a.s.sistance. He pulled his bowie-knife from his boot, and kneeling down by Frank"s side quickly relieved him of his bonds. His astonishment at finding his cousin there kept him quiet; but as soon as he had freed his arms, he greeted him as though he had not met him for years.
"What do you think now?" asked Archie, as he a.s.sisted Frank to his feet. "Don Carlos" connection with the robbers is all in my eye, isn"t it? Didn"t I tell you that they kept Roderick and King James here, and rode them every night on their plundering expeditions?
Well, it"s a fact. I"ve seen the horses."
"You have!" exclaimed Frank.
"Yes, sir; and I"ve had hold of them. I"ve been on King James"s back, too; and I tell you it felt natural to find myself flying through the air once more, like a bird on the wing. I would have got them out of here, if the gate hadn"t been shut. I am afraid you can"t stand,"
added Archie, who was holding fast to his cousin"s arm. "Your face is all b.l.o.o.d.y."
"It is nothing serious. If I get a chance, I will show you that I am still able to beat the swiftest runner on the rancho in a fair race."
"But you are trembling like a leaf," continued Archie, anxiously. "If you are not badly hurt, what is the matter with you? Are you frightened?"
"Yes, I am. I wish we had never come near Don Carlos" rancho."
"So do I. I"ve wished that more than a hundred times during the last hour. We"ve got ourselves into a pretty mess."
"And not only ourselves, but somebody else, also. We have thus far escaped with our lives, but he didn"t. He"s dead."
"He! Who?"
"d.i.c.k Lewis."
"Well--by--gracious!" exclaimed Archie, as soon as he could speak.
"Why--how--Eh! It can"t be possible."
"That is just what I thought, even while I was seeing the thing done,"