"I think so," murmured Major Henry.
"We can pa.s.s."
"Sure. But if that"s our burro we ought to take her." And the major explained.
The Red Foxes nodded.
"But if she isn"t, then we don"t want her. One of us ought to reconnoiter." And the major hesitated. "Fitz, you go," he said. And this rather surprised me, because naturally the major ought to have gone himself, he being the leader. "I"ve got a side-ache, somehow," he added, apologizing. "It isn"t much--but it might interfere with my crawling."
Fitz was only too ready to do the stalking. He left his pack, and with a detour began sneaking upon the lean-to. We watched, breathless. But the figures never stirred. Fitz came out, opposite, and from bush to bush and tree to tree he crept nearer and nearer, with little darts from cover to cover; and at last very cautiously, on his hands and knees; and finally wriggling on his belly like a snake.
"Twas fine stalking, and we were glad that the Red Fox Scouts were here to see. But it seemed to us that Fitz was getting too near. However, the figures did not move, and did not know--and now Fitz was almost upon them. From behind a tree only a yard away from them he stretched his neck and peered, for half a minute. Then he crawled backward, and disappeared. Presently he was with us again.
"It"s they, sir," he reported. "Bat and Walt. They"re asleep. And that is Sally, I"m certain. I know her by the white spot on her back."
"We must have her," said the major. "She"s ours. We"ll get her and pack her, so we can travel better."
"Can we catch her, all right?" queried Red Fox Scout Van Sant. "We"re liable to wake those two fellows up, aren"t we?"
"What if we do?" put in his partner, Scout Ward. "Three of us can guard them, and the other two can chase the burro."
"No," said Major Henry. "I think we can rope her and be off before those renegades know anything about it. Can you, Fitz?"
Fitz nodded, eager.
"Then take the rope, and go after her."
Fitz did. He was a boss roper, too. You wouldn"t believe it, of a one-armed boy, but it was so. All we Elk Scouts could throw a rope some.
A rope comes in pretty handy, at times. Most range horses have to be caught in the corral with a rope, and knowing how to throw a rope will pull a man out of a stream or out of a hole and will perhaps save his life. But Fitz was our prize roper, because he had practiced harder than any of us, to make up for having only one arm.
The way he did was to carry the coil on his stump, and the lash end in his teeth; and when he had cast, quick as lightning he took the end from between his teeth ready to haul on it.
Major Henry might have gone, himself, to get the credit and to show what he could do; but he showed his sense by resigning in favor of Fitz.
So now at the command Fitz took the rope from him and shook it out and re-coiled it nicely. Then, carrying it, he sneaked through the trees, and crossed the creek, farther up, wading to his ankles, and advanced upon Sally.
Sally divided her attention between him and us, and finally p.r.i.c.ked her ears at him alone. She knew what was being tried.
Coming out into the open s.p.a.ce Fitz advanced slower and slower, step by step. He had his rope ready--the coil was on his stump, and the lash end was in his teeth, and the noose trailed by his side, from his good hand.
We glanced from him and Sally to the lean-to, and back again, for the campers were sleeping peacefully. If only they would not wake and spoil matters.
Sally held her head high, suspicious and interested. Fitz did not dare to speak to her; he must trust that she would give him a chance at her before she escaped into the trees where roping would be a great deal harder.
We watched. My heart beat so that it hurt. Having that burro meant a lot to us, for those packs were heavy--and it was a point of honor, too, that we recapture our own. Here was our chance.
Fitz continued to trail his noose. He didn"t swing it. Sally watched him, and we watched them both. He was almost close enough, was Fitz, to throw. A few steps more, and something would happen. But Sally concluded not to wait. She tossed her head, and with a snort turned to trot away.
And suddenly Fitz, in a little run and a jerk, threw with all his might.
Straight and swift the noose sailed out, opening into an "O," and dragging the rope like a tail behind it. Fitz had grabbed the lash end from between his teeth, and was running forward, to make the cast cover more ground. It was a beautiful noose and well aimed. Before it landed we saw that it was going to land right. Just as it fell Sally trotted square into it, and it dropped over her head. She stopped short and cringed, but she was too late. Fitz had sprung back and had hauled hard.
It drew tight about her neck, and she was caught. She knew it, and she stood still, with an inquiring gaze around. She knew better than to run on the rope and risk being thrown or choked. Hurrah! We would have cheered--but we didn"t dare. We only shook hands all round and grinned; and in a minute came Fitz, leading her to us. She was meek enough, but she didn"t seem particularly glad to see us. We patted Fitz on the back and let him know that we appreciated him.
He had only the one throw, but that had been enough. It was like Van"s last cartridge.
CHAPTER XIX
MAJOR HENRY SAYS "OUCH"
The sun was just peeping above the Medicine Range that we had crossed, when we led Sally away, back through the brush and around to strike the trail beyond the lean-to camp. After we had gone about half a mile Major Henry posted me as a rear-guard sentry, to watch the trail, and he and the other Scouts continued on until it was safe to stop and pack the burro.
The two renegade recruits did not appear. Probably they were still sleeping, with the blankets over their faces to keep out the light! In about half an hour I was signaled to come on, and when I joined the party Sally had been packed with the squaw hitch and now we could travel light again. I tell you, it was a big relief to get those loads transferred to Sally. Even the Red Foxes were glad to be rid of theirs.
Things looked bright. We were over the range; we had this stroke of luck, in running right upon Sally; the trail was fair; and the way seemed open. It wouldn"t be many hours now before the Red Fox Scouts could branch off for the railroad, and get aboard a train so as to make Salt Lake in time to connect with their party for the grand trip, and we Elks had three days yet in which to deliver the message to the Mayor of Green Valley.
For two or three hours we traveled as fast as we could, driving Sally and stepping on her tracks so as to cover them. We felt so good over our prospects--over being upon the open way and winning out at last--that we struck up songs:
"Oh, the Elk is our Medicine; He makes us very strong--"
for us; and:
"Oh, the Red fox is our Medicine--"
for the Red Fox Scouts.
And we sang:
"It"s honor Flag and Country dear, and hold them in the van; It"s keep your lungs and conscience clean, your body spick and span; It"s "shoulders squared," and "be prepared,"
and always "play the man": Shouting the Boy Scouts forev-er!
Hurrah! Hurrah! For we"re the B. S. A.!
Hurrah! Hurrah! We"re ready, night and day!
You"ll find us in the city street and on the open way!
Shouting the Boy Scouts forev-er!"
But at the beginning of the second verse Major Henry suddenly quit and sat down upon a log, where the trail wound through some timber. "I"ve got to stop a minute, boys," he gasped. "Go ahead. I"ll catch up with you."
But of course we didn"t. His face was white and wet, his lips were pressed tight as he breathed hard through his nose, and he doubled forward.
"What"s the matter?"
"I seem to have a regular d.i.c.kens of a stomach-ache," he grunted.
"Almost makes me sick."
That was serious, when Major Henry gave in this way. We remembered that back on the trail when we had sighted Sally he had spoken of a "side-ache" and had sent Fitzpatrick to do the reconnoitering; but he had not spoken of it again and here we had been traveling fast with never a whimper from him. We had supposed that his side-ache was done.
Instead, it had been getting worse.
"Maybe you"d better lie flat," suggested Red Fox Scout Ward. "Or try lying on your side."